CHAPTER 11 - But Wait

"I don't care if it wasn't your choice," Laura snipped, glaring at Clint. The archer winced. How could she blame him for getting turned into a super soldier? He tried to escape. Not really his fault that his attempt got Bucky and him to be chosen by Zola.

"You've been arguing with him for nearly two hours, Laura. It happened. We can't change that," Natasha said. Laura turned and glared at her. She still wasn't over their argument from six months ago. They were all only here because Loki had mentioned Clint was coming back and they should see him. Laura couldn't argue with them returning to the farm.

"Technically-" Tony started.

"No!" everyone called. Laura shook her head.

"You could have avoided the war," she hissed, once again focusing on her husband. Clint sighed.

"It's as you've said before. I can't give up fighting." Clint answered before looking to Laura with a grimace. She had once given Clint permission to go back with the others. But, that was before everything that had happened. Before Clint had first mentioned and attempted retirement.

"I wish I could honestly say I understand but," Laura informed, her eyes starting to twinkle with sadness. "You told us, you'd stop, again. You'd stay home, be their father."

"I know. I know I did, but, Laur-"

"No. I can't do this," Laura interrupted, shaking her head. After all of this, she was too strung up with worry. The whole room paused at her words, looking to the woman in surprise. Briefly Loki remembered her joking about the fact Clint would never retire. She had been fine before. But... "I can't sit on the sidelines wondering if you are going to come home alive or in a casket."

"Laur-" Clint tried again, moving toward her. Laura winced and backed away. Clint stopped, pain etching on his face.

"No. I'm sorry. But I'm done," Laura stated clearly before turning and walking out of the house. After a moment, Sam and Natasha headed off after her. Clint groaned, looking to the floor. For once in his life, Tony actually let the awkward silence just lay over them all. They stayed like that until Cooper came running into the house.

"Mom said you did something stupid," the teen called. There were varying degrees of chuckling at that. "What happened?"

"Did anyone explain to you what happened to me?" Clint wondered. Cooper nodded.

"You got sent back to the war and got experimented on like Uncle Bucky. But, no one said anything else," Cooper answered.

"Your father had been given a similar substance to what Steven and James had received," Loki informed. Cooper frowned before his eyes widened on his dad. Clint gave him a soft smile.

"You're a super soldier?" Cooper said, awed. Clint chuckled and nodded, not able to use actual words in case he started crying. But the whole thing was so much easier to talk about with his kid. Especially the kiddo who had nearly six months ago thought he had killed Clint and Loki. God, after his return from space with Loki, he'd only been home about a week before being sent back in time. No wonder Laura had a problem with all this. She had no idea if he survived any of it. She must have grieved for him numerous times during that year when he vanished and no one knew what happened to him. "Awesome!"

Clint snorted before Cooper ran at him and hugged him fiercely. Lila and Nate arrived soon after and joined the hug. Pietro, Natasha and Sam stood in the doorway. Clint looked up to them and watched as Natasha shook her head. He sighed. Of course.

"Mommy says you're gonna go away and not come home," Nate stated. Clint closed his eyes, holding back the tears. Laura was actually kicking him out. He had expected that maybe she'd forgive him or something. This was decisive.

"I'll be around, just like before," Clint promised, praying Laura would let him visit his kids.

"Mom says she won't allow you back here," Lila added, backing away from the hug. Cooper did as well. Clint grimaced. "But, Cooper's gonna be heading to college in the fall. I only got a few more years!"

"Yeah," Clint agreed a pained smile forming on his face even as he looked down to Nate. The poor kid wasn't even really in school yet. He had just recently turned 4. Only a month away from his birthday where he'd turn 5. Clint wouldn't be in his life for nearly thirteen years. Nate must have sensed something cause he backed away.

"It's okay, Dad. I understand," the young boy informed. Clint huffed out a small sobbing laugh. When had his kids gotten so old? Cooper was turning 18 in December and Lila had turned 15 in March. Honestly, the only 'kid' he still had, was Nate. The others would just be starting to move on with their lives. "You keep the world safe."

"Thanks bud," Clint retorted.

"Laura said we should probably all leave soon," Sam mentioned. Clint nodded. He assumed as much. The archer looked at Pietro.

"You staying?" he wondered. Pietro nodded. They both looked to Loki who just shook his head no. It had been hard enough for him being around Laura the past few months. And she certainly hadn't made it easier either. Now that Clint was getting kicked out, Loki refused to stay. Pietro though... He refused to leave. Even if Laura treated him differently, which she hadn't.

"I'll keep 'em safe," the speedster promised. Slowly, the group headed out. Bucky slapped Clint on the shoulder, trying to cheer him up. It kinda worked, especially when Clint realized that Bucky had done it at full strength. Maybe one day, he'd be allowed back.

"Did you ever check on those who survived?" Clint wondered after the jet brought them all to Wakanda. Everyone had broken up into groups once the jet landed. T'Challa offered them all a place to stay for the night. Even Tony. In the morning, he'd fly whoever wanted it, to a new destination. So far, Steve and Bucky pretty much had followed Clint around. They knew the risk of Clint being left to his own memories of the war. Even to this day, both men still had issues thinking about what happened back then. But this was something neither of them expected. Bucky frowned, looking at Clint curious. Steve had checked on the Commandos but by the time Bucky had gotten his own memories back, they had all passed away.

"Clint, the Commandos are dead," Steve reminded. Clint frowned, looking to Bucky to see if the Sergeant had any idea what he was talking about.

"I'm not talking about the Commandos. I'm talking about Peter, Hugh, Aiden, Bill, Charlie, Chris and Jeremy," Clint quickly listed. Bucky raised an eyebrow, trying to place the names. It took Clint a moment before he realized what he had asked. He winced.

"Those are the guys sent back home?" Bucky questioned. Clint nodded. "No. I... I hadn't thought about it."

"You want to go visit them?" Steve wondered. Again Clint nodded. "They might already be..."

"I know. Still, I... I wanna know," Clint whispered. The duo nodded. It was understandable that Clint would want to know what happened to the others.

"I can talk to T'Challa, he might have a way over looking it up. Then tomorrow, we can get dropped off to find them all," Steve suggested. Clint nodded, thankful that the man understood.

"I'd appreciate it."

T'Challa, well actually Shuri, had been able to find all the names of the men Bucky and Clint served with. Charlie, Jeremy and Hugh had all died years ago. Bucky and Clint were surprised to learn that Mike and Cole hadn't even made it home. But, the others had lived long and full lives. Charlie had married a nice woman who was still alive and they had had two little girls. Both of whom were married and had kids themselves, totaling up to three boys and a girl. None of them were interesting in speaking with Clint or Bucky about Charlie and his stories from the war.

Jeremy had also gotten married but never had a child. And his wife divorced him after only being with him for ten years. Considering she divorced him, Clint and Bucky decided it was best to leave that issue alone. Hugh stayed single for the rest of his life. But he did have a ton of nieces, nephews and their kids. Apparently he had been very much in their lives cause when asked about them, they had mentioned Hugh had talked about Barnes, Dugan and even Clint before. They all thought Clint had been made up though as there had been no mention of him in any of the papers from back then. And even with Bucky admitting Clint was real, none of them wanted to meet with the two soldiers.

Bill was in a hospital. Well, actually, mostly on his death bed and so when Steve mentioned to the family that Barnes was alive and standing beside him, they agreed it wouldn't be good for Bill to see Bucky. Not a good idea to send the man who barely seemed to have aged a day since the war to see a guy nearly dead. There was no mention of Clint made after that. Chris was in a mental institution after his wife, daughter, son and mother had been killed in a robbery. Certainly wasn't a good idea to go speak with him.

Aiden was excited to see Bucky and even Clint again. His family (wife and two sons) explained how both men where highly spoken of in their household. And even knowing that neither man had aged, Aiden was still willing to see them. Peter was the same way. Actually, after returning home, even with a bum arm, the man taught himself street magic. Like Aiden, he was ecstatic to see Clint and Bucky. Mostly Clint though. He totally wanted to show off his 'magic' skills to the archer. Peter's grandchildren were the ones who agreed to meet with them as well considering Peter's wife had passed a few years prior and their parents were busy. In the end though, the trio decided to meet with Aiden first.

Aiden had just turned 94 the week prior but he was healthy as a horse. His wife was only 88. Their sons were 64 and 59. Both men agreed not to bring their wives or children. Even though they had all heard the stories Aiden had said of Bucky and Clint. It was interesting enough with the remaining family members questioning the Clint Barton of this time with the possible Clint Barton from back then.

"Hi, I'm Cheryl," the wife introduced to Steve, Bucky and Clint as soon as they arrived at the hospital. Apparently Aiden had been getting treatment for the flu and the hospital hadn't wanted to risk leaving him on his own. The only reason the hospital was allowing Steve, Bucky and Clint to visit was because none of them could get sick or even possibly make the man worse. Cheryl then pointed to the two men gathered with her. "This is James. He was named after you, Sergeant Barnes."

Bucky nearly choked on air when he heard the name. Aiden had named a kid after him? Clint chuckled at his reaction but didn't argue it. Steve smirked. It had been surprising how many kids had actually been named after him. While Steve was a common name, after checking on a few of the kids, Steve knew who was named after him and who wasn't.

"Nice to see you in person. Dad got really hyped up on the news when... Well," James started, faltering off near the end.

"Yeah," Bucky agreed, looking toward the floor. All he could think of was the bad portion of the news. When he was still the Winter Soldier. Clint patted his shoulder.

"What happened?" the other man asked. Cheryl turned to glare at him.

"Clinton!" she snapped. This time there was an audible sound of surprise as Clint realized the other child was named after him. He had only told Aiden once that his name was shortened from Clinton. Yet, the man had remembered! Steve looked to Clint.

"You okay?" the Captain wondered, drawing nearly everyone's attention to the archer. Clearing his throat, Clint nodded. He'd be fine. Just needed a minute to realize what had just happened. Not once had he ever thought that anyone would name their kid after him. And to have that kid honored along with Bucky was even harder to imagine.

"Yeah," the archer coughed out.

"I'm sorry. Aiden was so upset to hear what happened to you two," Cheryl told them. "He knew that you were the ones who had made it that he survived that cannon ball. Kept saying that Barton told him to move."

"I... I did?" Clint called, surprised. He didn't remember that. But... Thinking on it now, he remembered calling out to someone. Aiden had turned around. If he hadn't, that ball would have hit him in the back and possibly torn through the man. It might have saved Sam in the end, but there was a high likely hood that Sam would have still died.

"Well, Dad is waiting," James mentioned, drawing the archer out of his thoughts. Nodding, the trio were led to the room that Aiden was relaxing in. He perked up at the sight of his family coming into the room. Steve went in next and Aiden saluted the Captain and made Steve smile. Bucky and Clint came next.

"Sergeant Barnes, Corporal Barton," Aiden said once he noticed them. Clint raised a hand to the back of his neck.

"I'm actually a Second Lieutenant these days," Clint informed. Aiden raised an eyebrow in surprise. Clint gave him a slightly nervous chuckle. "Agent Carter of the SSR created my job. She remembered me and found a way to increase my rank while I worked for her."

"Wow," Aiden whispered. "Wait... How did you all survive and not age?"

Cheryl frowned but said nothing. Bucky and Clint knew then that Aiden was having memory issues. But somehow he still remembered them. It seemed more recent memories tended to fade. In the mean time, James and Clinton had their gazes locked on the trio. It had been announced before that Steve had been frozen in ice, so everyone knew how he survived. But nothing had been seriously mentioned of Bucky and certainly not Clint.

"After I fell from the train, I had actually survived the landing. Some... Some Russians found me and then handed me over to Hydra. They... They erased my memories and used me for their own deeds. When I wasn't on a mission for them, I was put into cryo," Bucky answered, looking to the ground, embarrassed by what had happened to him. Cheryl gave a sharp intake of surprise before leaving her husband's side and wrapping Bucky in a large hug. The Sergeant looked up in surprise at the action, looking to Steve and Clint for help.

"I'm so sorry dear. That shouldn't have happened to anyone. Especially you," she cooed. Bucky cleared his throat, holding back his body's reaction to want to cry. When she finally backed away, Bucky didn't know what else to do. Then everyone turned to look at Clint. The archer winced. His wasn't as dark but was certainly going to be much more confusing.

"I was actually born in 1987," the archer began, a hand shifting to rub the back of his neck. The whole family just kind of stared at Clint. He was even younger than James and Clinton?

"But... You were there. I'm certain of it," Aiden argued, his heart rate monitor jumping up a bit. Clint shifted to calm him.

"I was," Clint agreed.

"How?" Clinton asked, confused. Clint sighed, glancing at Steve and Bucky for help. Steve just kind of gave him a face that said to 'go on.' Bucky bit his lips and looked away subtly. If Aiden and his family wasn't currently staring at him, Clint would totally make a face at the duo.

"I... I was sent back in time to 1943," Clint answered, a hand once again went to rub the back of his neck. The room went silent for a bit as the family tried to wrap their minds around what Clint was saying to them. "I know it doesn't sound believable, but it's true. A... Something, sent me back in time a little over six months ago."

"Six... Six months?" Aiden repeated. Clint nodded. "But you died with-"

"When I fell from the train, whatever had sent me back used that moment to return me. I never touched the ground," Clint replied.

"Is that why there is no mention of you in any records?" James questioned. Clint frowned for a moment before realizing Peggy or Howard must have gone and erased his name.

"We couldn't have anyone hear of a Clint Barton in 1943 who died in 1945 without a child born to his name before he was born in 87," Steve pointed out. James grimaced. He had told his father once or twice that while Barnes did exist, there was no proof of Barton out side of the memories of Bill, Charlie, Chris, Jeremy and Aiden. And James had been to see them numerous times. He had been fascinated with the history of World War II. "After I thought Clint had died, I made the Commandos, Agent Carter and Howard Stark know that there could be no mention of him in the war at all."

"And the rest of us couldn't be believed cause only six of us came home and survived," Aiden whispered, mostly to himself. Clint winced. These men had met him and then not only lost him but had to deal with no one knowing a thing about him.

"Wait. Dad mentioned Hawkeye-"

"Yes. I am," Clint interrupted. Clinton paled. He was not only named after a man who had saved his father in World War II but an original Avenger. Cheryl gave a half hearted chuckle at that.

"Aiden was so excited to see you on TV in Manhattan. He wanted to send a letter to you, but I convinced him not too. Didn't want to bring up anything," she mentioned. Steve huffed, thankful that Cheryl convinced him against it.

"Clint wouldn't have known anything about that in 2012. Actually, I was the only one who really remembered the war at that point," Steve announced. Aiden grimaced. He and Steve had never crossed paths. Even though he knew, thanks to James, about Steve saving the 107th and then Bucky joining the Howling Commandos, Aiden never would have thought to reach out to him.

"Why didn't Clint know?" Aiden wondered.

"I hadn't gone to World War II at that point. To me, it was my future even if it was your past," Clint explained. Aiden huffed. Made sense to some degree. Before anyone could speak any more on the subject, a nurse came in to check on the older soldier. She didn't have enough room with everyone there to do her job, so she kicked nearly all of them out. When she left, James and Clinton began to repeat stories they had heard his father say to see if it actually happened. With smiles and laughter, Bucky and Clint told their point of view for each moment. Nearly two hours later, Steve, Bucky and Clint said their goodbyes to Aiden and his family. Once again, Aiden and Cheryl thanked Bucky and Clint for keeping Aiden alive long enough to return home. Even if he was one leg down.

"And, is this your card?" Peter asked, drawing a six of spades off the pile of other cards. Steve laughed.

"Yes it is," the Captain called. Susan, one of the oldest grandchild, snorted and rolled her eyes. This had been a trick she had grown up around and had been done by hundreds of other magicians. It had been a surprise for Clint to learn that Susan was his age. And wasn't that another mind fuck. Time travel always seemed to do that.

"You don't need to encourage him if he got it wrong," she joked. Peter pouted at her but didn't seem overly bothered. Clint and Bucky chuckled.

"Fine, you wanna see real magic?" Peter hissed, glancing at Clint with a pleading face. Clint grimaced. "Please. None of us will say anything."

"Even if they do, at least with everything going around these days, no one will really be able to connect you to who they are talking about," Steve encouraged. Clint rolled his eyes but snapped his wrist to draw Izril to his hand. Everyone but Bucky, Steve, Clint and Peter jumped at the sight. Then the youngest came over.

"Woah. How'd you do that?" Branden questioned, reaching out a hand to touch the bow. Clint allowed it. The kid was only thirteen. And, after having tested it with Cooper, Lila, and Pietro, Clint knew that he'd never be able to draw back on the string to hurt himself. Only way he'd hurt himself if by hitting it against him or someone else.

"Actually, that isn't the magic that your grandfather was talking about," the archer laughed. Branden eyes' widened before Clint lifted the bow, turned to a window and drew back the string.

"Aren't you mis-" Another grandchild started. His name was Michael. Clint ignored him as he whispered the spell to create the arrow (he had yet figured out how to make the arrows without the bow). Everyone gasped in surprise but rather than shooting, Clint gently moved the string back into resting position. He then took the arrow off and handed it over to the boy. Michael reverently took it, acting as if it was the most expensive and fragile item in the world. Even Susan seemed impressed.

"How did you do that? Have the arrow hidden in the bow so that when you pulled back it appeared?" she inquired. Peter rolled his eyes.

"What makes you think that?" Bucky wondered. Susan rolled her eyes.

"Magic isn't real," she retorted. Bucky raised an eyebrow.

"But aliens-"

"Just a camera trick," she replied. Steve and Clint frowned deeply at her.

"Susan. Come on," Peter begged. Susan shook her head.

"No, it's ridiculous for everyone to think it's all real," she argued.

"I allowed you to come to met the men who kept me safe, not to insult them," he snapped.

"It's fine, Peter," Clint mentioned, trying to soothe the situation.

"No. I just want the truth!" Susan cried.

"The truth is they came! There is real magic!" Branden shouted back at her. "Stop trying to ruin it for everyone else."

Susan huffed and rolled her eyes. But before she could speak, Steve stepped forward. "I am sorry to inform you of this Miss, but all of it is true."

"It can't be," she snipped before shaking her head and walking away. Peter sighed deeply.

"I'm sorry. I figured she was going to be like this. I shouldn't have agreed to let her come," Peter apologized for his granddaughter. Clint shook his head. Honestly, he had been waiting for someone to say he wasn't actually doing real magic. It felt better than he had thought it might.

"Some people just can't be swayed," Bucky excused. Peter laughed.

"You guys were always so forgiving," the man stated. "Oh, hey. Did you guys hear about Mike and Cole?"

"Yeah. I can't believe they didn't make it," Clint moaned. Bucky placed a hand on the archer's shoulder. "They seemed stable when we left them."

"Mike's lung collapsed in transport to London," Peter mentioned, saddened by his memory of finding out. "Cole would have made it. He was all set. But the medical transport got blown to shit."

"Grandpa!" Branden hissed, looking to Peter. The older man rolled his eyes again. Apparently Branden's parents didn't like swears. Bucky and Clint snorted, glancing over at Steve who just huffed.

"We missing something?" Michael wondered, handing back Clint's arrow to the archer. Without though, Clint whispered the vanishing spell rather than taking it. The jump and cry of shock from the kid was nearly ten times better than when the archer had done it to Tony. Everyone laughed, including Michael after a bit. Steve, Bucky and Clint ended up staying long enough that they were able to met Michael's dad, Mitchell and Branden's mother, Paula. After hearing stories and re-watching Clint's performing his magic, Paula invited them to stay for dinner. It was Steve's moral obligation that got Bucky and Clint to agree to stay. By the end of the night, Paula and Mitchell had given up their phone numbers telling the trio to call anytime they wished, even if it was to talk.

"Hey, feather head," Tony called, walking toward the archer. Clint lowered his bow, turning away from the range to see the genius was coming closer. In the lane next to him, Bucky stopped shooting as well, FRIDAY having flashed the lights to alert all shooters of a visitor.

"Hey, Tony," Clint replied. Bucky nodded his own greeting but Tony didn't even attempt to look at him. Neither sniper was surprised. "What's up?"

"I... Well, after all this-" Tony began before waving his free hand while holding up a random box. Clint frowned at the sight of it. What was that about? Bucky stepped closer, curious himself now.

"What's that?" the Sergeant asked. Tony smiled.

"Well, Dad kept a whole bunch of Howling Commandos stuff," Tony started. Clint frowned deeply. Where was this going? "And well, I had already found some things for Steve. And, I was looking for some things for Terminator."

"Howard kept our things?" Bucky muttered. Tony waved a hand at him as if that wasn't a big deal. Which, technically it wasn't.

"Yeah, well. I actually found this," Tony continued, handing the box over to the archer. Clint frowned and took it from him but just stared at it, confused. Bucky raised an eyebrow and just watched, waiting to see what Clint would do. Tony smirked. "Well, go on. Open it!"

Sighing, Clint opened the box and then nearly dropped it in shock. Inside was a shadow box of items that Clint had owned back in the war, some photos with Steve, Bucky, him and even some of the other Commandos. But the biggest point of the entire thing was the medals. While only two were in the shadow box itself, there was markings and small plaques for the other medals he had earned during his time before World War II. Medals that he apparently had earned before and Peggy just had given him. But these last two, she never had to chance to. The Medal of Honor and a Purple Heart.

"Holy shit," the archer gasped. Tony smirked.

"Dad saved it and Aunt Peggy left a note," the genius added, pulling a paper out from an envelope attached to the back. Clint swallowed in shock before gently putting the box down to take the letter.

Dear Clint Barton,

It was certainly a shock for all of us to learn that you are actually from the future. Don't be mad that Steve told us. He had good reason. At the time, the Commandos, Howard, and I didn't understand why and it chafed a few of us. But, then I found a poster years later. A poster of 'The Amazing Hawkeye!' (ie:photo attached).

Clint chuckled even as Bucky stole the image with a smile.

A few of us wanted to go see you but Jarvis (Howard Stark's butler that had helped collect any information on you) convinced us that it would be a bad idea. Steve had told us for a reason to not bother you.

The day I saw the kill order sent out on the assassin Hawkeye... Well, I froze. I had no idea what to think. I knew it was you. And I knew you were a good man. So, what happened? Then I realized. I must have gotten involved. Agent Phil Coulson was very willing to help me.

"Holy shit," Clint whispered. Bucky and Tony shifted to get a better look at the letter. "I knew it."

"Wow... You did make your past," Bucky commented in surprise.

Seeing you handcuffed in custody nearly broke my heart. Going into more research on you I found that you weren't the man I knew. But, I could help you become that man. That is not me saying you didn't deserve the successes you got. It was more that I just gave you the options to shine. I hope that it continued. That you grew even after I had to break away. Likely by the time you get this I'll be dead. Though, that's if Obadiah actually had put this letter with Howard's Commando collection. But, I just wanted to let you know. We all remembered you. You were our friend and we were proud to have served with you and met you as you grew. I wish you the best of luck in the future and pray that you become the best man you can be.

Sincerely,

Ex-Director Margaret Carter

"Wow..." Clint mumbled, looking back to the shadow box.

"Dad never threw anything away from people he cared about and Aunt Peggy was pretty involved in the family," Tony informed. Clint's head jerked up to stare at the genius. Tony had a small smile on his face. "I have no idea how I never found this stuff before. It was... It was all just right there."

"Is there anything else?" Bucky questioned. Tony nodded.

"Come on."

That night, Steve, Bucky, and Clint explained each and every photo Howard had taken and saved from the war to the others. Many of the pictures had Clint in them at some point, be it hidden in the background or the main focus. Howard must have collected everything into a photo album to possible give to Clint at a later point. It was actually surprising how much there actually was. The best that they found was a video. Actually, it was the video of Bucky's and Clint's impromptu shoot off.

"Hey, did Howard ever tell you why he didn't just focus on bombs and guns and shit?" Bucky chuckled. Clint paled. He had forgotten about that distracted comment.

"What?" Tony asked. Steve snorted.

"After this shoot out, Clint mentioned he was better with a bow," Steve informed. Tony's mouth dropped as he looked at Clint. The archer shrugged.

"I made my career and got SI to create my weapons back then," Clint huffed. Natasha snorted.

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So, I didn't post yesterday cause the night before had been so stressful that I only got like two hours of sleep and then had to deal with plumbers coming and fixing a large leak, trying to buy a new cage for my eight year old sugar glider that is having back leg strength issues and then falling asleep far too early. Heck, I missed my therapy appointment cause I slept through the alarm, two phone calls and five texts. Also, as a side note, ONE CHAPTER LEFT. Sorry.

Darius is still with the snippy attitude. Beginning to whine about everything. Crying at things at the drop of a hat. Just overall giving us a bunch of stress. Bargaining with him has become a frequent life saver. We stand tall against our original disagreements with him but bargain with something to happen later in the day or giving him something he would have liked earlier. Yeah, not always the best idea but we are just typically too done to deal with it all when he gets really bad. And we know he's tired but he refuses naps and when he gets really bad it's always too early for bed. Trust me, we're working on it. Baby Jason is doing good. Has gotten a bit finicky about things but easier to handle than Darius.

Getting to a point now where I am unsure if I want quarantine to end or not. I want it to end so I can get a bit of privacy to type as my comp is set up in the main living room. But I don't want it to end cause I like hubby being home. Ugh. Here's hoping I not only decide but things work out in everyone's favor.