Worst Part of the Day - Erik delayed again - arrived in GR at 5:45 p.m My dad and sister took the boyz to the pool at 3 p.m. so I could ready meself for the party in the evening and then go pick up Erik. I was showered and ready - just chit chatting with BroJoe when I hear little voices on the steps. It can't be my kiddos as they just left 45 minutes prior ... yes, it tis my kiddos. My dad takes one look at me and says "shouldn't you be gone by now??" I say "well it takes 45 minutes and it's ten til four." He looks confused then sheepish - seems he thought it was 4:45 not 3:45. So I put my babes in front of the tv and head out. While I'm gone Wes falls asleep. Then they wake him up and he FREAKS out. So I walk into the cottage to find my son red faces, crying HYSTERICALLY with no pants on. It took me 45 minutes to calm him down. Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. Blood pressure at critical high.
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