My mother, father, and one paternal aunt arrived yesterday around three-ish. Long hot drive. They settled in fairly well, met most household characters: Votania, Marxdarx, Shamash, Nephew ... but not Adam. Adam is still Out. He said he'd be back within twelve hours, when he called in last night slightly before eleven, and that he would like to meet my parents.
It was perhaps just as well that he wasn't around for dinner, because I'm not used to cooking to feed a small army. I never would have thought that you'd need so much soup... nor that everybody could eat it all.
FatherSir tried to get to know Nephew for a while. Nephew was right in the middle of a computer game, since yesterday was game day for him, and he didn't communicate so well. Finally, FatherSir retreated to a book, after attempting to rebalance the living room fan, which had been set on high for some reason and was shaking. Not much rebalancing actually happened.
There was a nice battle royal between Adults of Household and Nephew over the soup. Nephew is a picky eater. When he doesn't know what it is, especially if I cook it, he won't eat it. He was a lot better about it than usual, though, no crying and screaming until being told that since he had not eaten it nicely and had kicked up a fuss about it, he would not be getting dessert.
My parents got my room, cat-free, and I toiok the couch.
Votania woke up late this morning, and my aunt is driving her to work. My parents are still generally unconscious.
It was perhaps just as well that he wasn't around for dinner, because I'm not used to cooking to feed a small army. I never would have thought that you'd need so much soup... nor that everybody could eat it all.
FatherSir tried to get to know Nephew for a while. Nephew was right in the middle of a computer game, since yesterday was game day for him, and he didn't communicate so well. Finally, FatherSir retreated to a book, after attempting to rebalance the living room fan, which had been set on high for some reason and was shaking. Not much rebalancing actually happened.
There was a nice battle royal between Adults of Household and Nephew over the soup. Nephew is a picky eater. When he doesn't know what it is, especially if I cook it, he won't eat it. He was a lot better about it than usual, though, no crying and screaming until being told that since he had not eaten it nicely and had kicked up a fuss about it, he would not be getting dessert.
My parents got my room, cat-free, and I toiok the couch.
Votania woke up late this morning, and my aunt is driving her to work. My parents are still generally unconscious.