Weeks ago, before I got the new job, my brother asked me to babysit from like 3-5. I was, like, sure, no problem! And then I got the job. And then suddenly it was 3-7 which was…a lot more time out of my day. Then I got the idea to grab my sister’s kids because the last time I brought them, they played together and I got some work done. That was the plan and then I figured I’d do Flash Fic when I got home around 8 or 9, late by on time.
Instead, today, they decided to try to kill each other. All day. The oldest is 9, almost ten, and she thinks she’s 15. Then it’s an eight-year-old and two six-year-olds, and a four-year-old. They fought over toys, over bikes, over slime, over movies, over food, over who got the purple plate and the blue plate, and then where to put the chairs, and then over who hit who in the face with the plastic tub, and then whether or not Shut up is a bad word. And my night still isn’t over.
My brain as officially given up. I’m sort of working on the Beta Draft for Book 4 because I’m still doing chapter breakdowns which doesn’t require a lot of energy but I mostly want to go go home and get drunk.
I don’t have kids, and today is a good day for remembering why. I’ll double up if I can tomorrow, or catch up another day this week.
ETA: I also fixed a massive error in Chapter Seventy-Five where the Jason/Luke/Sonny scene was doubled up for some strange reason. I swear, I don’t know how that happened.