Two bouts of COVID were more than enough. I learned my lesson—mask stays on

We headed to the courthouse this morning.
Cowboy basically stripped in the parking lot, they are super strict on what you bring into the complex.
He didn't want to have to strip inside-Cowboy carries a lot of metal, and knives.
Badger and I made sure we had nothing on us before we left the house.
Of course, my pocket book, and our phones stayed in the car.

We walk in, the woman at the metal detector goes “Oh three banditos”
We had our masks on, of course.
I think that was just rude.
Seeing that she looked to be in her 80s, maybe she should be more concerned that the measles have hit West Tennessee, in addition to Covid still being out there.

Of course, Covid never existed, and Trump is King-that's East Tennessee for you.

Surprisingly, Badger's nose ring didn't set off any alarms.
We wondered if it would.

We had no problem getting Badger excused from jury duty.
Her doctor finally came through with a permanent excuse from jury duty.
I do not know if he managed to fax that before we gave her our letter of diagnosis, or after.
The main thing is that they now have it on record from two sources that she's autistic.
Hopefully, no more jury duty for her in the future.

We grabbed a cup of coffee from Dunkin's, and headed home.

Raven's crew landed just a little before 1 pm-and I made him take them to the backyard.
Cowboy needs his before work nap.
My job has always been to take care of Cowboy, he came before kids or grandkids.
I don't like that he sleeps all the darn time, but he works hard.
Eins came down-and Zwei stayed home.

They managed to stay outside until Cowboy woke up and headed outside to take care of the chickens.

The rest of the day, they've been in and out, mostly in.

Maybe the littles are tired from their vacation, they've not been any loud noises, and screeching yet.
Fridays are usually not too bad, Saturday gets a little worse, and then before they leave on Sunday, it's absolutely horrible behavior.

Badger and I stay in our rooms-it's just better that way.
Raven is difficult to get along with, and the littles pretty much takes over the house.

I did send Raven a text at 9:30 pm, asking if he was putting those littles to bed, the dogs needed to pee.
They hadn't been since 12 pm-noon.
You can't drag them out with the littles in the living room, the littles yell and jump, and Lady in particular is very reactive.
Raven was hidden in his bedroom, I came out once, and he was on his phone, with the three littles alone in the living room.
They all looked like they were about to fall asleep, and we are not starting them back to sleeping in the living room.
I enjoy sneaking out after they're all in bed, and getting on my computer in silence.

He finally got them to bed around 10 pm.

Badger and I got the dogs out, and she sneaked into the shower.

I'm happily on my computer, I mean, I get sick of sitting in my bed.
I can't get a chair in my room, and I'd still be just sitting.
Usually I'm up and down, on the computer a while, reading a book in the bedroom a while.
Walking around outside.
I'm not in bed all day long like I am when the littles are here.

I just can not tolerate the loud TV, the blaring tablets-each little has a tablet-, the littles running and jumping, and screaming.

Instead of making a person feel ashamed, maybe it's time to normalize the fact that not all women are suited to having children around.

I was still in my 20s when I had my own kids, I did fine with the noise and the chaos they brought.
But, I'm almost 60 now, I've grown cranky, and hateful 🤷🏻‍♀️

There is also the difference in your own children, and being able to discipline them, and teach them.

I'm not allowed to make Raven's littles behave, no matter how naughty they get-and supposedly this is my own house.

Anyway, Heron has gone to celebrate his birthday with his girlfriend, and then at 5 am tomorrow morning, he goes to pick up Peacock, and they are going into the woods somewhere in Kentucky.

I'm not sure when he'll be back-I need to text him, 'cause I'm responsible for his cats. 

Hopefully Peacock doesn't lose his baby brother.
Heron said he'd better not get lost, he'll have the keys, and Peacock will just be stranded.

I think I'll head to bed, 11 pm is past my bedtime.