It's Whiskey Then...

Remember those body fluids I didn't want to clean up?  Have you ever seen the look on a kid's face just before they are about to projectile vomit?  It's a mixture of surprise and "do I have to eat that liver" kind of look.  Then the mouth slowly opens and that gagging sound happens...right before you get sprayed with it.  Heavy sigh...I completely understand why single parents may choose to bury their sorrows in alcohol because honestly nothing else is possible to indulge in with kids around.  Food is impossible because they take all mine.  Can't online gamble or sext because the kids hoard the computer or try and steal my phone.  Really, it's only me and the wine after they are all in bed. At least the wine doesn't talk back.

Anyone concerned about my welfare, don't be.  I'm not going to become a raging alcoholic because pretty soon I'll run out of wine (or whiskey now!) and the thought of taking the kids into a wine store with ALL those glass bottles makes me sober.  And frankly, the fam camp posse has been quite supportive, even to the point of one guy giving Kai the "your the man of the house now" talk.  It was really cute.  And then he threatened to duct tape him to the chair, which was hilarious!  Kai's response was "I'll duct tape YOU to a chair."  Little man's getting sassy. 

News on the tornado front, "Lonnie" and I may have found a house to rent in the College Hill district.  It was a toss up between 2 places, one that had a nice layout and neat back yard but no one would be able to visit unless they slept in the garage.  The other was a bit worn, but bigger, fully fenced backyard, and fence opens up to the College Hill park.  We went with the latter.  At least if the kids escape the back fence, they'll have a whole park to navigate before finding a road.  Thankfully, it's not a dry county!