You know when it’s a good time to discover your debit card
is missing? When you’re sitting at the gas pump, on empty. Of course this prompts a rushed trip home to
check your account, which is shockingly low on funds, but that is entirely your
fault. So you cancel the card. And the next day, you find it in a hoodie you
forgot you wore. The hoodie you were
going to wear to the dmv to renew the tabs for the ridiculous paperweight still
sitting in your driveway. You were going to wear it but didn’t because the
state of Washington did what you could not do, convince the father figure to
rid himself of the bane on your existence. The thought of paying for new license plates
and tabs was a bridge too far. Not the thousands of dollars we’ve already
thrown into it over the last year, the sixty dollars to make it legal.
Whatever, I know when to keep my thoughts to myself.
The father figure said little about me losing yet another
debit card. It actually occurs more often than I would like to admit. But since
he lost his phone, he’s recognized that come a certain amount of children; you
do completely lose your mind. I used to claim that I might lose my debit card
but I had never lost a child before. Thanks to Mac, that curve was blown.
Although I have yet to leave a child anywhere. That really should account for
something. Especially as the number seems to exponentially grow.
X-Man is refusing to nap but using the potty. You think that
I’d be happy with this turn of event, but I am loath to lose the quiet time of
naps. There’s a lovely peace that comes from knowing right where X-Man is and that
he is most certainly doing nothing destructive. Not to mention I don’t think
our water bill is going to appreciate X-Man’s new found habit of flushing the
potty as often as he can. Which certainly includes stopping every time he
passes the bathroom to randomly flush the toilet. He has also taken to stashing his underwear
in random spot throughout the house. This way he can change them as often as
the mood strikes him. Which apparently is often. All and all there’s not much to complain
about. But that won’t stop me.
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