I’m enjoying class parties less and less. And Less. It’s not just bouncing between 4 parties in one hour with another child in tow. That alone is exhausting for my homebody introvert self. It’s grown up stares. And honestly I’d be staring too if I was putting together the adult of the kid who keeps stealing/hurting my kid. I’d TOTALLY stare too. But getting the, “OH. You’re the Mom.” looks still SUCKS. It’s been a rough school year for the little girls and I don’t see it getting better anytime soon.

They all had fun and Ronon was tuckered OUT by the time we got home. Me too little buddy. Me too.