My middle brother and his wife drove over an hour to bring the kids a present. I forgot they were coming and we’re out and can’t return quickly. I am a disorganized, useless, self-absorbed jerk. Wembley is distracting me from self loathing by asking me to make chicken noises, so there’s that.
ETA: The present was for the whole family. It’s a restored living room chair, nice and sturdy for when grandparents come over and want to have toddlers in their lap. I will have to send my brother and s-i-l a huge and sparkly thank-you note.
