Laundry, Meltdowns, and Other Local Disasters

Since the children were in Muncie, Meg and I both slept in this morning...a welcome thing. Thereafter, we did some work--Meg on schoolwork and me on laundry. Laundry? Did I say laundry? Late in the day, I did a dark load. BLACK, to be exact. But when the stuff came out of the washer, it was clear that I had washed a tissue with the load. We all know what that means. Then, the same load in the dryer got noisy. Rocks. Pretty rocks that the children got at Blue
Spring Caverns last weekend. SOMEONE put their rocks in a pocket, and I didn't check. I have taken over a dozen rocks, one at a time, out of the dryer.

About the same time that the black load was drying (with rocks), I realized that I couldn't find my car key anywhere...and the car was locked. Hmmm...had to be in the house somewhere. I looked in all of the obvious places, then began to wonder if I had left it in the BLACK pants that I wore yesterday. (Are you beginning the get the picture here?) When I transferred the load from the washer to the dryer, there was the key...in the pocket of my black britches. This isn't merely a key. This is a key on a keyless entry fob that I paid $72 for just over the summer. It has an electronic circuit board in it. Probably doesn't take well to being in the washer. Oops! The minute I found it, I tried it out on the car. It worked! Thank you, GM!!

The children got home just after the Colts game. (Colts won. Yee-haa!) We always hold our collective breath to see what mood they are in when they get here. Robin is pretty predictable. Ryan, however, is the one to watch. He was fine...and then the evening went to crap. I had Meg in my bedroom asking her questions about what I should do about furniture arrangements while Ryan was (apparently) yelling to be taken out of the bathtub. That started the "I hate you" stuff...and thing deteriorated from there. Major meltdown. He finally settled down, but it wasn't pretty...and he went to bed far earlier than he should have, just because he was out of control. Both children came home sick. Ry had a cough on his way to Muncie on Friday. Both sound nasal and "coughy" tonight. 'Tis no excuse for abusive behavior, however...

Apparently the step-sister-to-be said some things to Ryan that scared him. There were issues. It kind of surprises me because he acts like nothing on earth scares him! In any case, we just keep on keepin' on.

On another note, congratulations and best wishes to friend Mike and his bride. You deserve all the happiness in the world!

My granddaughter pulled a joke on me tonight:
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Spell.
Spell who?
W. H. O.

Pretty cute!