Got the kids again

I’ve got the kids again. It seems that when their father made a commitment to Critter to pick them up every Wednesday, he didn’t understand the meaning of the word “every”. Jackass.

As soon as I knew I’d be getting them I ran off into town and grabbed some tacos to ease their disappointment, but they beat me home. Good thing I didn’t stop for the other things I needed. Of course when I wasn’t here when they got here they freaked out again and were gathering up their things to trek the quarter-mile back down to the main road when they saw me on the way up and changed their minds. I told them not to do that again, once they got here, just stay here. I told them that their mother or I would never be more than a few minutes behind them and that they did not need to be going back down to the highway, it’s just too dangerous.

B is so excited: she’s in a play at school. It’s on December 9, so she’s only got a month to learn her lines, oh no! I read through it, and there is exactly one line she has by herself: “Here!” in response to the teacher calling roll. Everything else she has is a chorus part. She’s still excited though, and I’m excited for her. Her dad is supposed to be there, and so is OtherGuy.

I’m showing B how to use the TiVo to watch Hannah Montana. I’ve got a season pass set up to record and keep ten episodes of that and ten episodes of The Suite Life of Zack and Cody for D. And of course the TiVo has started grabbing SpongeBob, iCarly, and a bunch of other kid’s shows. I guess I should have seen that one coming. It keeps all that stuff in a separate folder though so it knows it can delete them if it needs room for stuff I told it to record.

It’s perfect weather to have all the doors open and let the breeze blow through the apartment but I can’t. It’s mostly because the kids are here and only two of the five doors in the front room have a deck outside of them; the rest of them open out to nothing but open air and they’re both just scatterbrained enough to not pay attention. I’d hate to have to tell Critter they walked out a door to nothing and broke both legs. Or worse.

Now D is whining because if he wants to play the PlayStation he has to play Lego Star Wars with B. It’s the only two player game I have that I’ll let them play, and I told him it’s that or nothing.

OK, that’s no longer an issue: D has just lost PS2 privileges for the day. Not going to go into details, just trust me when I say it’s the absolute least he deserves. Ding-a-ling.