The morning started well before 6 a.m., but that's only to be expected these days.
Cowboy can sleep through anything, but Badger and I are more sensitive to noise, so that makes for a long day.
For whatever reason, Raven has started keeping the kids in his room instead of letting them go into the living room when they wake up.
Our rooms are right on top of each other, so sound carries.
When Badger and I said the kids were too loud and disruptive every single weekend, Cowboy called us evil and said the situation does not bother him, only us.
It hurt and made both of us angry, but there is not much we can do.
My cousin keeps giving me advice, and while I appreciate the thought and care behind it, I mostly write and vent for my own sanity, getting things out instead of bottling them up.
There isn't a practical solution right now; that's just the reality I live with.
My cousin doesn't live with two forms of anxiety and ADHD.
There are days I wish I were a bold, red‑headed Amazon like her, but I'm not.
Now we'll go back to the soft, gentle era of blogging.
Raven and the kids left just before noon, and they didn't get back until 4 p.m.
While they were gone, Cowboy happily napped in his recliner, Badger stayed in her room, and I played on the computer while I could.
Somewhere after 3 p.m., Cowboy came in from feeding the chickens and my birds and told me and Badger to head to the car.
We ended up at Walmart, and he told me to find myself a birthday present.
There wasn't anything I needed or wanted, but I bought two pairs of jogging pants.
The ones I have I used as maternity pants when I was pregnant with Badger, and they were starting to get holes where holes shouldn't be.
By the time we got back home, Raven and the kids were back, so Badger and I headed to our bedrooms.
Raven and the kids went to their room before 7:30 p.m. and didn't come back out.
It's odd the way he's behaving, but I'm not going to complain.
It's still loud, but I'm able to play on the computer without being hit in the head by a flying Mickey Mouse.
Badger came out of her Hobbit Hole, and she's been in the kitchen most of the evening making me a birthday cake.
I appreciate the effort and thought.
She's made plans for tomorrow but won't say what, except I need to take a shower and dress like a human.
I'm fairly sure we're not going to do anything elaborate like she's been doing for me.
Heron came in from work and handed me a bag, said it was my birthday present.
I looked in, and that nutty kid of mine bought me a pair of $175 tennis shoes.
OMG.
That's like putting gold on your feet.
I mean, just about everything I own comes from thrift stores.
That's just wow.
He must have had his girlfriend and her mom helping him pick them out.
He said, “E's mom said to pick something that would go with anything she wears, and E kept picking out subdued shoes. I told them my mom likes obnoxious colored shoes.”
I don't like obnoxious shoes; I like bright shoes, glitter, and neon colors.
I'm a child of the 80s.
These are a pretty shade of light pink and grey.
I think Badger's finally done in the kitchen, so I'm heading to bed.
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