After I kicked around the ball for a little longer, I went inside and got started on the stacks of homework that had started to pile up on my desk. Groan.

However, I then got a text from an unknown number:

Its Ethan. I've changed my mind, I don't need, or want, you to look after the girls.

I stared at his text, a little sad since I was getting excited about having fun with the twins. He didn't have to be so rude, jeez. Someone is on their period. Maybe I should buy him some pads.

I didn't even text back a reply, I just put my phone away...