Badger and I were up practically at the crack of dawn, if 8:30 a.m. is the crack of dawn.
We were chasing birds, but didn’t see very many.
You’d think there’d be tons out that early in the day, but no.
We ended up at the Creek Church, and Badger spent several good minutes taking pictures of a group of juvenile squirrels playing in the tree.
We found out they have whiskers like a cat on their face and arms.
So, we got our mile walk in early today.
We came home and Badger grabbed some breakfast.
I sat down and played on the computer.
I’m not a breakfast eater unless Badger is shoving smoothies at me.
Badger headed to her room.
It was 11 a.m. before Cowboy woke up.
To be honest, we were starting to worry about him.
I told Badger I was fairly sure he was snoring, so he was okay.
I’ve said it before and I’ll probably say it many times more, but my great aunt came home from work.
Her brother, my great uncle, had been sick that day and stayed home in bed.
So Big Twin comes home, says she checked on her brother, and then she went about her day.
Little Twin comes home from work around 5 p.m. that evening, and their brother was stone-cold dead.
And I do mean stone-cold dead, as in he probably died while the twins were at work.
Actually, come to think of it, Little Twin was always the responsible one, the one that took care of things.
Big Twin may have actually known her brother died, but she was just waiting on Little Twin to take care of things.
Yeah, anyway, if Cowboy sleeps past a certain point, I sneak in and make sure he’s snoring just in case.
He has had his ribs jabbed a time or two, which he’s never happy about, but hey, at least someone cares to poke him, right.
After he had eaten breakfast, I grabbed my tablet and did his monthly test.
They can be fired if they don’t complete the test, as it’s considered training.
His boss, I assume, told him he was behind, though.
He had two waiting.
The first was from March 31st, and again I don’t know the time limit to complete them.
As soon as they put the notice on the board and he tells me, I try to get it done as soon as possible.
He just didn’t see anything on the board this time.
I failed the first one four times before I got smart and cheated.
I wrote the darn answers down.
The second one I passed with flying colors.
Both of these were repeats from last year.
I seemed to have blocked out being in enclosed places and remembered heat stroke.
Once we got that done, Cowboy went out to take care of his chickens.
I had a busting headache, so I took a Tylenol and went to lie down in the dark until it started working.
Badger came in to tell me dinner was ready, and I hadn’t even fallen asleep yet.
So I ate dinner, then took a nap until Cowboy woke me up, kissing me goodbye before work.
I’m not sleeping.
I cat nap through the night.
I wake every two hours and then can’t get back to sleep, and that makes me tired, cranky, and gives me a headache.
We waited until the school crowd thinned out and took a little walk to the library and back home.
We came home and took all the inside cameras down to charge.
Raven said the kids would be down this weekend.
I doubt if he liked it, but I told him to keep them in the living room when they woke up.
We’ve enjoyed sleeping late, at least some of us have.
They’re not allowed in my she-shed at all, period.
My breakable gewgaws are sitting in there waiting on Heron to fix the flower beds, and I told him to limit their time in the bathroom.
I’m sick and tired of having to clean up the messes they make in there.
To be honest, I wish they would stop coming down every weekend.
I’m fine with an hour or two of visits, but this living with me every single weekend has gotten old.
There is no solution and no end in sight, but I’m beyond tired of it.
Then Badger started supper and rearranged the cup cabinet.
I helped her with that.
After supper, we just watched our “X-Files.”
Nope, still not close to the end of the whole series.
Cowboy said that he’s got to go in to work about thirty minutes early tomorrow, so I guess I’ll spend tomorrow afternoon prison-style cleaning the bathroom and making sure all the other rooms are pretty much locked down.
That’s what’s so freaking tiresome.
Gealach lived with us for a while, and we never had to change and arrange our lives to accommodate her.
Peacock made her behave, and her mom taught her how to behave.
She wasn’t playing in the toilet, sticking dirty hands in the peanut butter in the middle of the night, or using a toy as a weapon on a sibling.
OK, so to be fair, she had no sibling with her, but still, she knew toys were toys, not weapons.
We also didn’t have to lock the cats and dogs away to keep them safe.
She’d been taught how to treat them.
For three years we’ve turned our lives upside down.
Our pets have been locked away for three days every single weekend to accommodate Raven’s kids, and I’m sorry, that’s just getting so old.
I’m done with it.
But if I say anything, I’m the mean one.
Cowboy and I were both raised to take care of family, but there comes a point where maybe you should ask if, by taking care of family, you’re not being taken advantage of.
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