text; Wednesday afternoon

[momchester]

Three things.

1: If anybody has experience dealing with the school system here, I'd love to talk to you. I'm trying to get started on enrolling a child for September, and any help or advice would be so appreciated. It's a real hassle.

2: Sam Winchester has left the island. I won't say he's gone, because he was gone a long time ago.

3: Does anybody have the power to turn a cat blue? Without dyes or hurting the cat, please.

[Anyone looking for her at her apartment won't find her there.]

Comments

[text]

[momchester]

Then don't get drunk until he goes to bed.

[text] 1/2

[failedparenting]

maybe later

[Too bad he's already drunk. Oops.]

Re: [text]

[failedparenting]

[Then, ten minutes later after another generous application of Father's Day whiskey:]

i never forgave him for everything

[text]

[momchester]

John. This is public.

Sober up and go be with your other son. He needs his father.

[Text/shitty private]

[failedparenting]

[Whoops.

Okay fixing that.]

i can't be with him now. he wouldn't want it either

[Text/shitty private]

[momchester]

John. Stop drinking and go see your son.

Don't wallow on your own. Dean has been missing his absence for a long time.

[Text/shitty private]

[failedparenting]

why can't i see you right now

[Text/shitty private]

[momchester]

Aren't we supposed to be parents first and everything else second?

I'm somewhere else, because I can't control my power right now, and I don't want to hurt anybody by setting the apartment on fire. You can see me later. Please go to Dean. Just do it. Why does this have to be a fight? Why does everything have to end up as a fight? Aren't you as tired of it as me?