I'd like to say that this is our average night at Mema's,
but it's not. We're all coming and going, crossing paths
a little here and there, heading to work, dealing with
dinnertime and bath time and shower time and alone time
that we often just chat for a few minutes before we head
to the Dolezalek basement, our temporary home.
But, on nights like this it makes me really appreciate
my mom letting us take over her house.
For putting up with two crazy kids and
two busy, stressed out parents,
for giving my kids the great experience of
living with their Mema.
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