6 weeks of bad, bad, bad Quarantine at the Wrek house.

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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We’re going into week 6 of quarantine.

I know far too much about the lil’wrekkers BFs personal habits than I ever cared to.

I know what kind of Mother my Mid-daughter is.

And, by god Mr.Wrekker can be a hard ass and now I know why.

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Hamza (boyfriend) makes weird noises in the bathroom every morning. I don’t wanna know. Really, I don’t.

We are walking on a razors edge.
It’s a big house. But Mid-daughters screeching at her kids reverberates down my spine. There’s not enough room to dampen the sound.
Her dogs are little shits and they barky bark all day.

Mr.Wrekker needs, I mean NEEDS to be alone for a part of every day. If this doesn’t occur that vein in his forehead starts throbbing. Time to start pushing him out the door to go peruse his kingdom. Before he blows a gasket.

Storms and rain all day. Everyone stuck in the house.

Dear god, how much longer can I keep the people in this house from killing each other?

On the plus side I spent 2 hours in my closet today. No, silly, I wasn’t hiding. I was organizing it. The part where I was alone in the quiet closet was a good thing.

Tomorrow, I think I’ll work in the attic. (;))
It’s really not too bad, we’re trying to manage. No active arguments
ETA: I noticed the glaring omission of my Siamese cats in this thread. Holy cow!

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I’m happy with just one other person in the house, and one cat.

One of them is curled up at my feet. :wink:

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I think one thing that’s saving us is my husband’s shop/office sitting 96’ from the house. (We measured!) He’s still working and he only comes in during the day for the bathroom or for lunch. Daughter has a desk out there, too, so she can do her remote teaching and such. SIL mostly hangs out in their basement living room, either gaming or entertaining their toddler.

And we’ve had enough decent weather that we can get the little one outside to play. I’ve done some yard work between rainy days, and I’ll continue with that. It’s surprising how much I can get done in an hour or so. Turns out I don’t over-do it and I’m not nearly as achy as when I used to spend all day laboring out there.

Next step is to get SIL to help me organize the attic over the garage. It won’t take long, but it’s gotta be done. Maybe today - gotta get it done before it gets too hot up there.

Honestly, the biggest thing I miss is being able to go out for breakfast on the weekend. That’s been our routine for years.

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Yeah, there’s only the two of us (husband works from home, and I’m furloughed since March 17), but too much togetherness is getting on my nerves. His workspace is the den, which is about 20 feet from the living room sofa, and the closed door between us shuts out no sound. He’s making me a party to all his workplace drama, politics and gossip, and I am not interested. My workplace is a sea of calm compared to his. I hope I can return to it in May, as planned.

I think I’m going to take a book to a parking lot at a nearby trailhead, and sit in the car in the shade and read.

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Laying on the bed this morning, the only one awake. Except the cats circling around conjoling me to hurry and get up. (My quiet morning was being assaulted.) I was thinking the fact that I can’t go anywhere it doesn’t really bother me. I prefer it, in fact.

All in all it’s ‘noise’ that bothers me. Mid-daughter has waaaaaaayyyy too many words to say. I glaze over sometimes. I try to give her my total attention, it’s impossible.
The lil’wrekker? Same thing.
I love these girls to distraction but dang, they talk alot.
DIL talks alot too. But she’s only here part time. She leaves her girls here if she doing a grocery/pharmacy run. That adds to the decibels.

I’m thinking I need earplugs.
Yep. I’m gonna go dig for some. I’m sure there are some around here somewhere.

It’s strikes me as strange how I got an ear infection during this time. Coinky-dink? I think not.

b. I’m all ‘ears’

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------beck and the family affair------

No Buffy and Jody here. The grandsons are precocious and mouthy. No problem for me. I like a smart, clever kid. They are much more interesting to me, like that.
I keep setting them up. I feel bad because it gets them in trouble with Mom. You’d think she would realize it’s me, not them. But nope. Not yet.

Even the oldest grand-daughter can tell it’s me. (She’s been doing my bidding for years)

I can’t stop myself. It’s just too delicious seeing the plan work. And Mom loses it.
Oldest grandson refused to play a trick this afternoon. He’s on to me. The youngest did it. I have this stuff called ‘flarp’. It’s goo in a plastic can. You press it with your thumb and it sounds kinda like farting. I had him do it several times at the dinner table. Me and Oldest giggled. He kept it up til Mr.Wrekker sent him from the table.
Mom was mortified. Til he showed her the stuff. She gave me a dirty look and threw it in the trash.

I think I’m grounded. :smiley:

(I rescued the flarp from the trash)

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Beck, for what it’s worth, you sound like the BEST Grandmother!

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We miss breakfast at IHOP. We always lingered and enjoyed our coffee. IHOP brings a pitcher of coffee to the table for refills. :wink:

This is the first spring that I didn’t by annuals for our flowerpots on the deck. No cherry tomatoes. No peppers. :frowning:

It’s not worth risking a trip to Lowe’s garden center.

Thankfully the weather is warming up. My wife and I enjoy sitting on the deck. Our daughters prefer being in the house. There’s a large field and pond behind our street. I pass the time with binoculars watching deer and rabbits.

I’ll be glad when the self isolation is over.

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My wife and my son are getting on each other’s nerves lately. Almost every day they have an argument. It’s distressing.

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Isnt this the time of year when Mr.W goes to mexico? Or moves to the lake house? Or does something that gets him out of the house for months at a time?

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The lake is a state park and it’s closed.
No travel by plane is possible.

He’s suffering stay-at-home orders like the rest of us.

As soon as restrictions are lifted he’s going on a hog hunt in Texas.

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The Siamese are undoubtedly glaring.
– thorny, who has been glared at by cats*. Yeep!

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Hey Beck, if he’s headed to Texas as soon as the shelter-in-place order is lifted, you better get your shootin’ iron out and start cleaning it with Hoppe’s! The contest will be ON!
~VOW

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Yep. ~VOW, I’m watching the garden patch.
I’m toting the big-ass 30.06 when I walk. I hate that gun. But, Mr.Wrekker says the bear is awake.

I smelled* hogs t’other day. So I know they will pillage my garden if they get a chance.

My Winchester is cleaned and ready for any of the lil’scamps that get within shootin’ distances.

*the smell is horrid. They have some kinda skin disease.

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Hope he is practicing at home first. Otherwise your garden will produce nothing…

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New to these threads? Last year our girl out shot him defending her garden while he defended Texas.

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:smiley:

I am a good shot. When the target is just standing there munching at my produce.

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-----beck up to her usual hyjinx-----

So the kids were all out playing on the hugest, redwoodiest play gym, ever.

DIL found me low carb, low sugar icecream today. I decided I would have some out of eyesight of the kiddoes.
I dipped me up exactly 3/4 cup.

First off let me just say, ‘god’, ‘universe’ or ‘winged pixies’, whomever makes these decisions: 3/4 cups of Icecream just pisses me off. Really. Even low sugar, low carb. It’s just unfair. :smack:

Of course, as soon as I put the first bite in my mouth here come the kids. They are familiar with me eating odd things at odd times. Oldest grand-son glanced in my bowl and in 1 beat screams “Mom can we have icecream too?”

Mid-daughter said: “I knew that was coming!”

I told grandson it was special diabetic, sick old granny icecream. He squinted a look at me, and said: “Looks pretty good to me.”

I explained further that they would not like it. It was kinda gross.
Meanwhile oldest grand-daughter was in the freezer and reading the container. She let’s out a whelp. “It’s good for you, look!” She maintained she would not eat ice-cream that was ::gasp:: good for you.

I gave grandson a knowing look. He looked downhearted. Poor thing.

So I relented and told them out in the garage fridge there were some popsicles. They could have them, out on the deck.

I looked out and they were enjoying those popsicles like nobodies business.
They didn’t even notice they were ‘Sugarfree’ all-fruit bars. :smiley:

b. lying to innocent babes in the woods.

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beck just don’t open your eyes

I’ve not felt well today. So, as usual, I just wanna sleep and be left alone.

I was laying on my bed. I felt eyes on me. I didn’t wanna look. It seemed whoever was looking at me would want me to do something I did not want to do.

So I barely opened an eye. It was the grandwreks. All 4 of them.
The baby was eating a cookie.

I don’t know what they want. I’m debating whether I should open my eyes and chase them outta my room, or pretend I’m asleep and maybe they’ll go away.
My decision was summarily made for me. The baby holds her cookie close to my face and sez “Nana wants bite?” I jumped up quick-like. Do not want baby germs in my mouth! :eek:

It seems they were sent to wake me up for suppertime. I got downstairs and asked DIL where/why the baby had a cookie so close to supper? She was clueless. We interrogated the kids. Who gave the baby a cookie?
No one knows. Mr. Nobody gave the baby a cookie.
We look the cookie is not a kind we’ve had in awhile. I asked her where she got it. She pointed upstairs. And said “My cookie”

Okay. Someone will be cleaning upstairs tomorrow. I don’t like extra cookies hanging around it closets or corners. :smack:

DIL snatched the cookie from the kid. She immediately started screaming. She sniffled and wouldn’t eat her supper all thru the meal.
Mr.Wrekker got done eating and picked her up and walked out on the deck with her. We continued eating.
I looked out there and he was giving her juicy fruit gum. She wasn’t crying anymore.

b. Never eat cookies you’re not sure of. Just sayin’

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Fomunda cookie.

“Where did you find that cookie?”

“Fomunda the chair.”