Sometimes it’s the little things that get to me. Like an electric toothbrush. Mom’s got on in her hand -but not it’s not for her teeth. She’s using it on the kitchen floor. As if this is normal. As if this makes sense. I want to sneak back to my room and start the day over, but I can’t. Mom’s already spotted me. “Look, Kit-Kat,” she says, holding up the toothbrush. “The bristles are perfect for cleaning in between the floor tiles. I got the tip from Good Housekeeping. Cool huh?”
So yeah. Christmas was pretty weird. Voldemort-in-the-Forbidden-Forest weird. Aragog weird. It was just weird.
OK, maybe the holidays weren’t that bad, but everything’s changing really quickly and it’s so confusing. Let’s just say it will be a big relief to go back to school in couple of days.