May 25, 2015
{Not married, with children}
“Five times, James!” Will scolded him. “Five times I’ve told you to stop running inside the house. In the past two minutes. Please, just stop.”
The five-year-old boy finally stopped running and lie down on the floor.
Will sighed and kept feeding Lucy. The baby girl, instead of eating her smashed pumpkin was painting the table with it.
Why had he ever thought raising two kids would be easy? He had expected raising them would be much less of a hassle, especially with a babysitter. But he had changed babysitters six times already because no one seemed to be able to control James.
He hoped the seventh one, who would come today, would be good enough.
