Words spoken by mother today:
"I wish you'd ask me to help more often."
and:
"Your stepfather removed the seats from the back of the van for the dogs but (daughter) can just lay down back there for the drive."
Nope. She needs a seatbelt and I will continue to ask nothing from you ever.
"Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter's Dead" is 35 years old this summer, and I find myself identifying the most with the tired mom who runs away to Australia for 2 months.
Staring down 8 hours of tournament baseball in the sun today. Loaded up my phone with a few fics I've been looking forward to. Starting off with:
Ch.5 and 6 of @leannin-ayanian.bsky.social's The King in the Moon, archiveofourown.org/works/845342...
Catching up on the newest season of Below Deck and remembering this one so fondly. I love a good boatmance!