I can’t complain too badly about today.
The weather turned out really springlike and warm.
Raven and the kids were gone most of the day, which left me a quiet house.
I know that sounds like I’m a terrible person, but it was enjoyable.
Cowboy didn’t get home until 3:30 a.m., so he slept in a bit this morning.
We went to the thrift store, but my zombie chicken was gone, which was disappointing.
We also went to the Dandridge Goodwill, but didn’t find anything.
Our last stop was to pick up Annie, which surprised me.
It took a lot longer to bring Mayhem home.
The place where they handled Annie’s cremation was amazing.
We received a lovely urn, along with her nose and paw prints, and some fur.
I hadn’t expected that.
With Mayhem, we didn’t receive anything except him in a box.
Annie sits with Mayhem-Teresa and my Uncle Jr. on top of the bookshelf.
She is home again, just not in the way I would have wanted.
When we came back, I went in my bedroom, and my remote was laying on top of the blankets.
Big deal, right?
Well, that remote disappeared two weeks ago.
I tore the room apart and never could find it.
All we can think is that Lady hid it behind something and then dragged it back out.
Which, I mean, what and how without making a huge mess.
As Badger says, don’t think about it.
Things happen.
Cowboy headed out to fix the car, and Badger took her skateboard and headed to the creek.
I had a quiet house, so I played on the computer for a bit.
For just a little while, the house was quiet and all mine, at least until Raven and kids came back, and I headed back to my room where I could enjoy quiet.
As I tend to be on the chatty side, we can speed the day right along.
It pretty much looked like Badger in her bedroom, me in mine, and Cowboy, Raven, and the kids in the living room when they weren’t outside
Nothing exciting happened.
I probably could have played on the computer, but when they’re inside it sounds like a noise bomb going off, and when they’re outside it’s the bam-bam-bam of the screen door every five seconds followed by another round of noise.
I guess the bright side is that I get a whole lot of books read during the weekends.
As the saying goes, I put on my big girl panties, grabbed my noise‑cancelling headphones, gritted my teeth, and sat in the living room for a while.
You can only stare at four bedroom walls for so long before you’re ready to scream.
Honestly, even dealing with a bunch of loud kids beats that sometimes.
Time softens memory, or so they say. I don't remember my kids being like Raven's kids.
Of course, I didn't really have four growing up together because Peacock was already twelve when Badger was born.
Raven's kids are all very close in age: 9, 8, 6, and 3.
With my kids, Peacock is two years older than Raven, Raven is three years older than Heron, and Heron is six years older than Badger.
Still, we had rules and punishment, and our kids were never allowed to behave as Raven allows his kids to do.
Being a parent, and not trying to be a fun weekend dad, makes all the difference between enjoyable weekends and miserable ones.
Raven and the kids have gone to bed.
I’ll get this written out, then I’m heading to my bedroom.
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