By the time we got to Jeremy's house, it was late. Super late. Near midnight. That didn't stop us from exploring though. His new home couldn't compare to his condo from before. I already felt like I lived in a big house now, but his was bigger with less people.
"We're still decorating and whatnot." He explained while showing us around. "So if it looks a little bare and empty, don't judge me."
Grampa had taken the first guest room he saw and got ready for bed immediately. He probably didn't even notice that the room only had a bed. I guess all that matters is that it had sheets and pillows.
Jeremy let the three of us take a room each.
"I'm just surprised by how many guest bedrooms you have!" Noah said as we finished looking upstairs. "Who does all the cleaning and the laundry? Washing the bedding after guests come and go sounds like such a hassle."
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I have family drama going on (insert classic Noah eye roll) but I’m not a main subject in the problem. I’m just a passerby casualty. It’s annoying and inconvenient and I’m pretty sure the stress is no good for my stomach issues, but nothing else I can do. For now. Trying to plan a staycation somewhere next month to hideaway if I need to. I just have so much on my plate. I’m on kid duty all this week taking them to and from school, all at different times so bare with me <3