Jason left for his Uncle Roger’s before I got home on Thursday. This means a Samantha weekend. We went to Connor’s for dinner. She acts so grown up. My almost 8 year old, who thinks she’s a teenager, (Some days the attitude follows it) orders on her own and even left a tip. She wants to stay up and watch the ball drop. We will see if she makes it this year. Last year Jason and Sam fell asleep on the couch.
I ran errands with Sam trying to return some pants and a sweater. I had to go to Home Depot to get wall repair stuff after Jason slid into the kitchen wall and popped a hole in the drywall. By the second store I got a “I’m thirsty.” By the third store I was deep into “Can we go home now?” We tried to return some jeans at Kohl’s but the line was 50 or 60 people deep and I was not going to stand in that line for any reason. I will return them later – maybe.
Well I must be going, laundry beckons.