Demi and I left the boys home alone this past weekend, for the first time. It was likely the last time. Demi had a high school reunion on the Island. We didn't set many rules. No one else left in the house. Take care of the dog. We didn't ask them to do much. Clean up after yourselves. They failed the latter. They did nothing. I was livid. When I walked in, it was like a junk yard. There were cups, plates, used napkins, and empty wrappers everywhere. Every flat surface, floor, counter, tables, were covered. Every room was unlivable, the kitchen, den and living room. I couldn't even unpack the car. I grabbed the dog and went for a long walk. I didn't say hello. I didn't yell. I couldn't unpack the car. I just walked down the street with Gizmo in tow.
No, they didn't throw a party. They didn't touch the beer. But they didn't take their medications. They didn't give the dog her medication. The dog had filthy water.
It will be a long time before they are left again. If ever......
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