Grandson has been sick, again. Nothing major, just a cough, fever, and sore throat. Typical cold type symptoms, but enough to keep him home from school for two days. Although he seemed perfectly normal these last two days with his typical morning whining, crying and all-out fit session. DIL had to call out sick at work to take care of him. No, I don’t watch him, they live here in my house … and I’m not going to be taken advantage of by being their live-in baby sitter, maid or cook. Then again, I do seem to get stuck doing their dishes more times than not. Poor kid, I’m sure he’d be over his cooties so much sooner if they’d stop dragging him out of the house so they can socialize.
I had made Single Son his dinner (believe me when I say that allowing him to cook is not advisable. Did you know that macaroni and cheese left unattended *will* ignite into flame), and while cooking dinner, we had a chance to talk without the Wrecking Crew around. He questioned why there’s such a lack of common sense amongst the Wrecking Crew, and gave me quite a list of "evidence" he’d been witness to that I was unaware of. Good question, and one I do not know the answer to. Then again, remember who’s asking – the one who believes the smoke detector going off means his dinner has finished cooking.
I guess that I’m partially to blame for that. When they were growing up, I had a sign in my kitchen that said "Dinner will be ready when you hear the smoke alarm go off".
Some kids just interpret things too literally.
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It’s time to start thinking about the Holidays again. Thanksgiving and Christmas are fast upon us. Our plans are still up in the air. It seems Brother Deere has finally made good his threats to not host our Family Holidays this year. I can’t say as I blame him, it’s a lot of work when there’s thirty (including aunts, uncles, cousins, cousins-in-law, and their kids).
Cousin is supposedly hosting our Thanksgiving meal, while there’s no plans yet for Christmas. And no, I’m not going to host Christmas. My house is way too small and there’s no parking available. Now Brother Deere understands why I chose a small house with virtually no parking.
I’m only praying at this point that I find a job and soon. Preferably one that’s open on the holidays so I can volunteer to work! Yes, I’m turning into a regular Scrooge. Bah Humbug, and all that.
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Maybe I’ll feel differently after the Wrecking Crew moves on and I’m not so stressed by those family ties (you know, those ties that bind and gag).
...emphasis on the gag, right?
ReplyDeleteand the smoke detector *is* a perfectly good timer. bob eventually started disconnecting ours when i cooked, to teach me to tend to my food. worked too well--weigh 60 punds more than when we met!
Emphasis on gag is right!!
ReplyDeleteAnd here I tried to teach him to use the timer on the range, silly me!!