She's an odd duck, that Sarah Jane Smith.
Not so odd that I don't trust her, because she checks out, and she seems to be genuinely good with the kids.
Still, I can't figure her out, and it bothers me. A lot.
Not going to ramble about the divorce, not going to ramble about the divorce, going to be good, going to stay focused on what matters, not things like alimony cheques and 'Ivaaaaan' and not having gotten laid in nearly eighteen months. No. This is Dad's Journal, meant for Dad Things. Not, oh, Dad's Life.
I've got Maria, at least. Generally, I win. It's just the specifics that irritate.
Like not being able to figure out Sarah Jane bloody Smith...