From Sunday, July 5th
We had cupcakes for dinner.
After Ezra said,
“Mom, next time you kick us out of the house, can you tell us where to go.”
After I explained that I was running on empty since Saturday morning and should have told them.
After I seeped guilt.
After I called Langston and told him to come get his butt up to the house and get his siblings becuase
“In a crisis I expect all of you to take care of each other.
Being kicked out of the house is a crisis!”
After Pallas and Ezra came back.
After I oozed with righteous anger.
After I screamed
“That’s it! Leave the house.”
And meant it.
Before I realized I had nothing to offer them.