So the little shits are supposed to be cleaning up the basement (AKA the kid lair) before they go to their other parents' houses for two weeks. I am scared to go look. I keep hearing sounds that resemble whale communications, screams from Nora (nothing out of the ordinary there) and an occasional crash. I want to know what is going on, but I am scared to open the door.
There was a disaster earlier today involving the bathroom sink and Zane's watering can down there. I know because Casey came and asked me if she could use the shop vac to suck up water. Dear God! I'm afraid to ask.
Maybe if I just ignore them a while, it will end up being fine. I know there are no whales down there, so maybe I will look tomorrow. Maybe I won't. It might be one of those situations where it is just best to keep the door shut and pretend it doesn't exist.
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