I may as well warn you, this will be an ongoing series.....
Last night, or early this morning, 'W' came home for a few days.
Now, at 2:30 I woke up and had to go use the facilities, and was summoned to the kitchen by 'T' to explain some of the new things about her new computer. Nothing really hard to understand, it has a built in tv tuner, am/fm spdif etc. I think the fact it had its own remote control kinda threw her for a loop.
Meanwhile, 'C' woke up and wondered into the kitchen, got excited about 'W' being home, screamed in joy, and set the dogs off. Shadow got her with a size 13 paw.
Around 0430 everyone else went to bed. Now I stayed awake waiting for the FUBAR FOUR aka the dogs, to come in demanding to be let out to play. It never happened.
So, around 9:30 I decided to lay back down. BIG MISTAKE.
'C' came to my door hollering for me. Evidently, she felt her mother was not qualified to get her a bottle of water out of the case.
At this point I need to explain something. To begin with I am NOT a morning person. Hell, I am not a afternoon person that often. I pride myself on the fact that I have taken grouchy to an art form. So, when you combine that with the lack of sleep, you have a creature that has forgotten how to be human, and considers anything breathing to be a target for his rage.
I lay back down and the phone rings, 'W' is needing information about a motherboard to construct another computer in the house to extend the network... Since I have the unused, brand new motherboard, why not?
Now, my son, 'TMF' came out with my grandson 'lT.'
Now, 'lT' brings out another side of Shadow. You see, Shadow automatically goes into the 'my baby' attitude. So, this means that the baby gets cleaned, protected, and basically causes Shadow to make a complete fool of himself. (and you thought babies made adults act like idiots)
Of course, 'T' has taken complete charge of the baby, 'W' is now more or less a bump on a log. And, I, the grandfather, has been regulated to excess baggage.
I have come to the conclusion that women fell that men have no common sense when it comes to infants. Not true, I have discovered the little guy likes coffee, dislikes cigarette smoke, and loves pulling beards.
Now, tomorrow is going to be interesting. 'T' is having 3 teeth pulled. This means that she is going to be in rare form. It also means the rest of us will be in the killing zone.
Did I mention 'T' has returned to her old job and Jack-n-Jill donuts? This change has made it even more important to have fresh coffee made when she gets home at 7AM. It also means that no dishes are in the sink, laundry is at least in the laundry baskets, dog food dishes are full (it doesnt matter if they were full when you went to bed, they better be full when she gets home or you may not eat for a day or two)
Now, working a 1030 to 630 shift overnight would have most people ready to sleep when getting home....
'T' is not most people. Upon arriving home, depending on what mood she is in, she could go on a cleaning rampage, decide to do some major construction work, detail plans for her next days off which will means trying to cram a months worth of stuff into two days.
Also at this time, 'T' announces what sounds good for dinner when she wakes up. This is usually something called 'whatever.' I have never seen 'whatever' sold in stores, nor have I seen it in cook books, so if you know where to buy it or how to make it, let me know.
And, thank the gods, the rest of the household finally understands why my sleep pattern is a mess. I go to bed at 10 or 1030, and at 230 the dogs wake me, and every hour after that it is the same thing, "we want to go out and play."
It wouldnt be so bad, but, they announce their desire for early morning play time by bouncing on whatever part of my body is available.
I really think that someday, someone is going to look in my room and see me pummeled half to death with paw prints all over my body.
