shadows at santa rosa chapel

The girls are plotting again.

Always. My girl has this idea in her head that she can’t possibly tell a grown-up what she’s really thinking. It makes for shadowy intrigue and shifty maneuvering. Kind of exhausting really.
But this is my weekend and it starts with me going to pick up my new sewing machine! and will end with me dropping the little darlings back at their camp. Yay!

How do people do it? How do they live with teenagers and NOT become drug addicts or alcoholics or evangelists? Or shadows? I’m dangerously close. Inches away.

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