It's been a busy week. Our younger kid has half day camp, so I spend a lot of time driving him around. The older kid is off to San Diego to visit Master's mom. I drove him to the airport, which was nine hours for me, including the stops (lunch, gas, bathroom, adult toy store, plus being at the airport). I waited in the TSA line with him, but they wouldn't let me go farther than that. I felt like I was having an internal mom-meltdown moment when I found that out. But I didn't yell or fall on the ground or anything. I just had to hope he would not get distracted by his computer and miss his flight or something.
Also, I'm playing Pokemon Go. Basically I have no time left. I didn't get any of my chores done today besides letting dogs out and making dinner.