It seemed like whatever could go wrong yesterday, it did. The sassy attitudes from BOTH kids, the not listening, the doing things I specifically said not to do.... it just went on and on and on till I reached the end of my rope, curled up with my computer and told the kids I needed ten minutes of quiet. At the end of ten minutes, Rowan and Dorian handed me a coffee and this letter. It reads:
"Im soree that this day is nat gwing os well So I wat to giv you tirs From Dorian and Rowan to Mama."
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