Heya kids

Mrs. Hudson has asked that, while she is in the bathroom, I write up a little thing asking you guys to ASK US ANY QUESTION YOU WA-

Did you just tell them I’m in the bathroom?

…no

You did! I know you did!

Look, they have a right to know why I’m writing this and not you.

Can’t you lie? This IS the internet.

I don’t like lying.

For God’s sake CT, you tell your mother you swished after brushing when you haven’t.

THAT’S BECAUSE I HAD A REALLY, REALLY LONG DAY AND JUST WANTED TO GO TO BED. OKAY?

Okay. Fine. 

So yeah, ASK US ANY QUESTION YOU WANT!!!

Take out the part about me in the bathroom.

Sure. Will do.

CT

Hello dears

CT appears to be entering something called Calculus-3-midterm-in-a-week-depression. I’ve tried so hard to help him out, but nothing seems to do it.

Something about derivatives and Taylor’s theorem.

At least, that’s all I can make out between sobs.

So, I figure that there’s no better way to get out of the lack of posts we’ve had then do a small series of 6 suggestions to help all you landladies (and mothers) get your wards out of some stress-related depression.

I’ve had to use some of these on John as well as of late.

That poor boy…

He and CT just seem to hold each other crying these days.

*sigh*

Anywho,

With love,

Mrs. Hudson.

I just… waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! WHY TAYLOR? WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHY?

CT

Honestly CT.

Oh, and if any of you dearies have any suggestions on how to deal with a ward’s depression, please, feel free to fire away. I could really do with a few and try to integrate them into CT’s daily life.

… Wha? Integrate? INTEGRATE??? WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

Honestly…