It's just dawned on me the Nancy is going to be going to school for the next FOURTEEN YEARS.
That we need to get her to school on time for the next FOURTEEN YEARS.
That’s SEVEN HUNDRED AND THIRTY WEEKS of trying to get her and her brother fed, dressed in something half clean and out the door by eight thirty.
*After I’ve set an alarm on my phone, Ben’s phone, my watch, the oven and the wind up alarm clock.*