This morning Grandpa woke up with Carol's car on his mind. Maybe we should start it up and make sure the engine is running? This is a problem because she lost her keys awhile ago. This left the wonderful activity of continuously getting mad at Carol all morning and well into the afternoon. I help her look for them but soon she is in tears and I ask her if I should call Bill and see if he is planning on sending her keys. Is this now a high priority? It is, so I give him a call and he lets me know he will try to get some sent to us soon. This calms Carol immensely (thank you again Bill), but Grandpa is still upset after I explain it. After awhile I find him in the garage looking for his keys. "Aren't they in your pocket?" "No, those aren't the right ones," then, "Yes, well I guess they are." This starts him in on his driver's license. "She done this about 3 times now and forgets where she left them." And now I have no idea what we're talking about.
After I go to the beach I take a shower and I come out in an over sized shirt that Grandpa doesn't understand. "What are you wearing?" He starts laughing. "Is that uncomfortable? I would be uncomfortable." This conversation continues over and over again for about 20 minutes until I storm off into my room. In the kitchen I can hear Grandpa say, "hey, do you know where my license is?" and so it begins again until I hear silence for a good hour. Then Bill texts me to let me know that Grandpa just called to see where he was in his journey down.
By the time I set dinner on the table Grandpa refuses to come. "I'm not hungry." he says, even though when I started he was. He only breaks away from the T.V. when the tree guys he told to come back this week come to the door. "What trees? The front four? What Price? 25$ for each tree plus $20 for hauling it to the dump? Well we wont pay that much, how about $100. Was I asking you, Erika? What trees? Well it's two late to be doing them now (almost 7pm). Why don't you come back tomorrow morning? What price? Well that's a little steep.....[10 minutes later]...Now what trees were you thinking? Stay out of it Erika!" Finally I interject enough to tell them to come back tomorrow morning. That we both will be here and my Grandpa will pay you $100 (...and you'll get the money you're asking [quietly and meaningfully]) and we'll get these trees cleaned up! We go inside and Grandpa says he's going to pay them $100. "And you're not going to pay them anything, right Punky?" "Right." "She's lying to me." Grandpa rolls his eyes and goes to his room and I tell Carol what's going on. Her response? "All this is enough to drive a mother (?) to drink."
To sum up--
Daily sanity level of house: 4 (out of 10)
Erika's daily activity away from house: The beach
Daily lesson: Just. Stay. At. The. Beach.
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