The boys have been home about an hour or so, and I feel like we've already spent the sanity this break has allowed us to regenerate. Admittedly, it's still not much, but we were a bit saner before they arrived home. 😜 Drama ensued fairly quickly upon their return. The boys reported that Gavin had dropped what they referred to as an f-bomb. In other words, he said fuck. When we asked Gavin about this, he completely freaked out. He stomped down the steps, pointing at his brothers and screaming. It was a very aggressive and threatening reaction. I know Gavin wasn't going to hurt anyone, but that's beside the point. If Gavin reacts that way in public or when he's around people who don't know him, he would be…

In our house, we keep hand sanitizer in key locations. The reason for that is that not everyone is mindful of proper hygiene and touching up with some Purell is necessarily a bad thing to do before touching or preparing food. We also keep hand soap in the bathroom and kitchen because that's the preferred method of hand cleansing. Anyway, we go through so much fucking hand sanitizer, and it I'll give you a clue as to why. His name begins with Ga and ends with vin. Mr. Gavin feels the need to use hand sanitizer constantly. As an example, this just happened. I finished my walk and swung by the house to drop Ruby off, as well as pick Gavin up for his bloodwork. He had just left the…