the night shift locusts.

Monday was the first day back at work for Hubby. He had been home since December 19th. Monday was also the first day I didn’t have to try to control myself while he opened the fridge and stood there, then opened the pantry and stood there, then opened the freezer and … you guessed it… stood there. That process repeats itself multiple times a day, each and every day. I can only assume he’s waiting for some angelic fast food voice to call out to him in an attempt to take his order. When that does not happen he just hovers, makes all sorts of noises to express his displeasure that are *just* loud enough for me to hear. Meanwhile, I’m trying to silence the little voice in my head that is screaming, “OMFG, just pick something to eat already!” I didn’t miss that routine today. 

We had a full house over this break. By full, I really mean FULL. Track Star is still with us, and that requires creative sleeping arrangements. We had another “emergency” visitor that was supposed to be for 24 hours. That 24 hours expired a month ago. Sadly for me, she just left today. Great news for her, because she got the placement with a good friend that she wanted. Hopefully we get to visit. We also took in another placement the second week of December. Like I said, full house. It’s funny that five people in a house used to seem like a lot. As of right now, I’m at 11 and when just one leaves, it feels strangely empty. It used to be, oh, it’s just the two of us home tonight, I don’t want to cook for just two.  No it’s more like, oh, there are *only* five of us home tonight, let’s just get a pizza. 

You know what is NEVER empty? My dishwasher and my sink. Poor dishwasher has run what feels like sixteen times so far today. I also seem to be one of the few that can load and empty it without bribing or reminding. Most mornings I wake up to find the remains of the locusts overnight dinner party, hanging out in the sink. Why? Because the dishwasher is full of clean dishes. Duh. The hot mess of a kitchen I woke up to Monday, legit took me 45 minutes to clear. Under that enormous piles of dishes, I found one random shrimp tail. Apparently, the switch that runs the garbage disposal is equally as perplexing as the whole dishwasher concept.

Only a few more days until school starts back and I regain small doses of personal space and silence between being summoned to school to pick up a suspended kid. I also just ordered myself more spoons, so I guess I could sit down on Monday and enjoy some tea, and stir in a spoonful of honey. Fun fact: Amazon says I last ordered spoons in January of 2023. So, I average one long lost spoon per month. When you think of it that way, it doesn’t seem so stupid. 

Anyway… so far, everyone has lived to tell and I didn’t spend much time at all measuring dig sites in the yard for a body.