Well, the folkies have been home for 3 days now. I wish I could say things are getting better. Most of the jetlag is gone, so now we’re dealing with territory disputes.
If Dad could piss all over the place to mark his territory, he would.
As it stands, I just get to listen to him grouch and grump about my slovenly housekeeping. I expected it when they got home – my sister-in-law is apparently a neat freak. I don’t know the woman – I’ve seen her once in the nearly 11 years they’ve been together (dating and married). My only information comes from my Mom – who says:
I got out of bed and made a cup of coffee. I folded a paper towel and put the spoon on it just like I always do. I did this three times – she kept putting my spoons in the dishwasher.
For the curious – Mom and Dad can slam an entire pot of coffee in 20 minutes.
The truth is somewhere in the middle. I excel at many things. Unfortunately, keeping a clean house isn’t one of them. Well, not to their standards, anyway.
And the cute moment of the day goes to Daniel. Conversation at the fridge:
Mommy, I want that hotdog
That’s not a hotdog, that’s a ham.
That’s not a ham, it’s a hotdog! I want a hotdog!
Honey, look (picks up the ham) See, this is MUCH too big to be a hotdog.
“Cut it up! Cut it up!”