It's one in the morning on Sunday, and I'm tired. I should really write something more but I want to go to sleep. My daughter was MIA all weekend listening to a podcast her class is listening to. Secret update: she isn't suppose to be listening ahead—much less listening hours and hours ahead. But there's a child that's a robot and so many other exciting things.
My son has been doing better with the new "Trust Points" system he and his father worked out. If it works for him, I'm supportive because he's had a rough time with us and losing our trust lately.
And I've eaten too many red hots. No, Cinnamon Imperials. Same things. Why do they come in such a large bag? I cannot resist their goodness
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