4.06.2024

Wish me luck

Yesterday was the last weekday of the world's most perfect teenager's Easter break. The consequence of this was that he needed to go to bed at midnight yesterday and I will wake him at 9 a.m. today. That this found fertile soil is stretching the truth.

The offspring's goodnight hug yesterday was a bit strained to say the least. Unlike YMD's normally great response when I wake him up, today I can expect him to still be mad as a hornet.

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