

We are all hustle and bustle this morning trying to get out the door. Malea is being non-cooperative and feels as though she is ready to go. Mom and Kasey have both battled with her to get snow pants and boots on, without success. I ask if they want me to try and they throw up their hands and agree. One harsh sentence from Gammy and we are soon getting ready to leave. Yep, I'm just that dang scary when the deep, no nonsense voice comes out. They are just not around me enough to know what they can get away with. It's a nice tool to use occasionally. I don't want to be the mean one all the time, but dang it -- we need to go.