About to dash up to the living room to give a quick vacuum to the floor. Sweet Indian boyfriend/sister will be here about 7pm, and the rest of them (with the exception of the 2 little girls) have made a drugstore/Target run. The girls are a bit miffed, but I figured their time would be better spent in them resting than running around town. A tired daughter equals a cranky daughter.
Gonna check to see if first born is up yet. His wisdom tooth yankin' recovery is likely keeping him in bed longer (remember he has night working hours), but he doesn't work weekends, so is off until Sunday night. Thankfully our new vacuum is quieter than the last one. He'll probably sleep right through my rummaging around.
And thinking on some odd folks who've moved in the neighborhood. One renter down the street commented to one of our across the street neighbors about wanting to hire help to do his yard, but said he'd have to 'sell a few more bags' before he'd have enough money? Whaaaat?!! And, yes, they have children in the house, though are living with a generator from having their power cut off. And today someone else who's going to be renting from a friend who moved yesterday said that she's anticipating surgery for a gender change? Seriously? We're really having this conversation? Makes me feel like I walked into the wrong theatre, and need to go out and come back in again. And lest this sound like gossip, I heard it directly from the ones it was told to. Wish I'd not, though.
Glad we're normal here. Old-fashioned normal. I do the mom thing and Gary does the man-at-work dad thing.
I just shake my head, and wonder about our kids having to hear this stuff. I mean, really.
