I held toilet paper for ransom. She was out. I had some. I exorcised her foul mood while she was on the toilet and contrived promises of goodness and solidarity and kindness and no foul language and love and respect and repeated apologies.
I love when the planets align and give me mom superpowers.
Oh, and this week was lock down week. My house is a-spark-a-lin' baby.
Gotta love those tween hormones.
My tween with her brother.