Toilet Paper 1, Satan 0

So all at the ol' house is not so good. I have a tween. She thought she grew a pair but after further inspection, found none, then proceeded to tuck her tail between her legs.

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.