Part of Michael's new business venture entails working on India's time zone with his developers. They are 12 hours ahead of us, so while many Californians (besides me) wake up at 6am, Michael is just going to bed--often in our dark, quiet closet.
This morning, I had plans to meet a friend for brunch at 10:30, and Gavin was peacefully watching cartoons with Gracie and Blake downstairs. So rather than wake Michael, I asked a zoned-out Gavin to keep an eye on the kids.
An hour later, I returned home--luckily before CPS arrived. Gracie was naked, besides the magic marker that covered most of her body. Actually, I think it was permanent as it has yet to come off. Blake, too, was thoroughly drawn on "like an avatar, mommy." I stepped over a huge puddle of orange juice to wipe up the two big splatters of soggy Captain Crunch that were on the floor. Then turned the corner to see that two other boxes of cereal had been emptied onto the floor, next to an open fridge.
And our babysitter? Gavin was in the exact same spot on the couch, watching the exact same cartoon with the exact same glossy stare on his face. Boys.
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