The Kid

Because our lives are so boring and rarely is there ever excitement, I have to share you a couple of stories:

Rest assured, there are always stories up in this Struggle Bus!

Yesterday, Kaydon and Braxton took some time to go "register the yellow car after Dave looked at it."

Around lunchtime, I got a text from Braxton:
"The kid locked the keys in the car and the car is running."

Insert me rolling my eyes for the 12389234857 time since becoming a mother.

"Where are you?"

"Farmington."
"WHY??"

"Kaydon wanted to do some shopping."

"You guys are supposed to be getting the banana car fixed and registered, Yo!"

"I know, Ma."

And now I roll my eyes for the 12389234858th time.

"What are you going to do?"

"Don't worry, Ma! There is a police officer here to help!"

"Uh, to help you get into an unregistered car that is not insured and you two are basically truant."

"Yeah! Cool, huh??"

12389234859th eye roll.

The car is being "fixed" tomorrow.

Then registered tomorrow.

Then insured tomorrow.

I hope.

By the way, I knew a girl growing up that would cross her eyes and roll her eyes and they got stuck and she had to have surgery to unstick them.

So, probably don't roll your eyes as often as I do!

Boy Mom am I.