"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
Emma Lazarus, 1883
On second thought.... nah.
Magnum and Chaco have both blessed me with their enduring presence these past two days. I'm currently full up with wretched huddled masses yearning to breathe. They have some sort of crud virus that isn't slowing them down that much, but enough to make them want to spare their classmates/co-workers the coughing and mucousing.
A typical weekday around here starts a bit chaotically with all of us shuttling in and out of our 2 bathrooms for showers and basic primping. Meego doesn't have much hang up over bed head and hygiene in general, so he opts for a few more minutes of sleep by doing his ablutions in the evenings.
Once everyone has breakfasted and left a nice kitchen mess, the exodus commences. The kids head out in the directions of their respective schools, and Magnum and I are usually the last to leave. I return about 45 minutes later to the house, the dog, the fish.
These days, my return is usually marked by thawing out with coffee and the reading of your wonderful blogs before hitting the rest of whatever it is I do all day. People begin filing back in by mid afternoon which leaves the house with about 6 hours or so of non-familiality other than the comings and goings of the dog and me. The fish are ever present as far as I know.
So this new dynamic is rather strange. I leave. I come back and I get
"Where were you?"
"Who'd you tutor?"
"Where else did you go?"
"What's in the bag?"
"Why are you still wearing your coat?"
"Who was on the phone?"
"The timer's going off"
"What's the timer for?"
"Are you going out again?"
"Where are you going?"
"Can I come?"
Add to this the fact that they both sound like deep-voiced Oompah Loompahs and it's rather strange indeed.
*photo manip by Chaco. He needed something constructive to do.