Painted Piggies

I locked myself out of my office at work today. Twice. My mind has been preoccupied worrying about Piper’s kindergarten trauma drama. I’ve also just met my fifty-two new freshman who seem to be going through their own new school adjustments.

Piper locked herself in the bathroom at school. Twice. She said it was nice and quiet in there. She wanted a little peace, a moment away from the substitute madness. One of her classmates banged on the door while Piper was taking a break from it all. “What did you do?” I asked.

“I ignored him,” she said. “I wasn’t done yet. Besides, there’s another bathroom. Geez.”

We spent the afternoon recovering in the only way we know how. We ordered pizza,  curled up with Sissy on the couch to catch up on Cupcake Wars, and painted our toenails.

Now at least we’re ready to face tomorrow’s challenges with rainbow piggies. Oink.

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