“It’s really not going to be as bad as you think, Nomes. I promise. Eleventh grade is amazing”
Tell me there are older married siblings in the home without telling me there are older married siblings in the home.
I gingerly step around a baby bouncer, hop around a baby swing, and jump over a box of Magnatiles, all conveniently located in the not-so-spacious kitchen. Considering the youngest in our house, Lazer, is 14, this can mean only one thing: The marrieds descended for Shabbos. And they did not clean up very well afterward.
Baruch Hashem, I was at Debbi’s and missed the chaos. I’m so annoyed by the mess that I forgo my usual coffee and banana, grab my bag, sling it on, slip into my Adidas, and head for the door.
I’d stay and help Mommy clean up, I really would, but Debbi is expecting me at her house for a camp-packing brainstorming session.
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