I am hopping mad, like wake up in the middle of the night hopping mad. And here’s why. Over my dead body will I allow anyone to make an innocent two year old little boy feel like a hassle or a burden. Over. My. Dead. Body. I would drive a thousand hours to prevent that from happening so I’ll cancel my plans and drop him off/pick him up myself next Sunday. Thank you for witnessing this journey in real time. Hopefully now I can sleep.
