That's when Baz doesn't have school. That's when I watch all three of them -- him and the dogs. That's when I tell myself at least once per day that I can't do this anymore, that I'm going fucking insane.
When does it get easier?
That said, these are the sweet days. Not even bittersweet. Just sweet with some zing.
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