That dreaded time of the week when everyone is pissed because the laundry is piled to the ceiling, procrastinated homework is being done, we are all so sick of each other and yet the elephant in the room is that we all know we have to return to the daily grind the next day.
It just isn't Sunday unless someone is in tears or another has threatened to run away<----usually Chief.
I wonder if the pioneers had to go through this...
2 crazy comments. I'm still waiting for yours!:
Hey, get OUT of our house :-)
Unless you are here to pick me up so I can run away too!!
I don't miss those days. No one bloody bit. One day, though, it'll be you and Duke rattling around on Sunday evening wishing the kids would come home to visit.
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