I’m not going to lie.
As I alluded to in the previous post, I am a person who makes rules for myself.
I don’t make a lot, because I want to keep them all. But, I make them. And, the thing is, to make rules is to assume a certain order.
Order has flown the coop.
Order is out the window.
Order? I feel like that’s a joke.
My kids, just like all kids, are now home.
And I’m a little stressed out about the whole thing.