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Quick recap:
Dad's sick, running a temp, so he did not participate in the day's activities. I think that's the equivalent to winning the lottery or something.
I woke up early, showered, headed to my parents' house, and then herded childings around to clean up, get dressed (while Bunny hid eggs), find eggs, open eggs, take pics with eggs, fuss about getting socks and shoes on, and load into car.
Went to visit sister in jail. Mom realized when we arrived in the parking lot that she had forgotten her ID. That's ok, because they were doing lunch/headcount which would be another hour at least before they would let us in.
Headed back home, nabbed her ID, headed back, stood/sat for 45min in the waiting room (it rotated while we played musical chairs, literally, just without the fun music and with the threat of a guard beating if we didn't do exactly as told).
Got to spend about an hour in a cold, loud room with my sister while watching the boys get worse and worse in their behavior. I don't exactly blame them. They'd just been through a 1.5hour round-trip excursion, no lunch due to fussiness since we went to Arby's instead of McDonald's, another hour waiting for my sister's appearance, and then an uncomfortable, loooooong hour listening to Aunt Nikki, Mommy, and Nana chatter.
Really, the boys' idea of a proper visit is a hug, a kiss, and placement in front of a tv for cartoons and maybe something to snack on. All this other stuff they REALLY couldn't care less about. The older one (the one that attached himself more strongly to me than to her when he was born) was actually shy and almost didn't want to give her a hug.
They became rambunctious at leaving time. We almost lost the little one as he jumped into the elevator without us. Luckily me pressing the hail button opened the door before he had a chance to go on a floor-by-floor adventure. I'm actually surprised, as a lost child on an elevator in a state prison would actually be fitting for my family. Just think about that one for a moment. Imagine a guard on floor X, behind his secured guard room door, suddenly hearing a child crying/screaming (as the munchkin's known to do) in the hall outside. Do you think the guards have procedures and ongoing training for random imps in the hall?
By the time I made it back home, I was tired of the boys and tired of my mom and tired of life. Basically, I was just coming down from my morning coffee high and just flat out tired and grumpy and hating the world. My attempt to nap was cut short, but I survived.
My sister will be released in November, just in time for Thanksgiving. Her boyfriend is planning a house for them out in BFE. She has plans to take the boys with her. I, as usual, have no words for her manner of insanity.
Dad's sick, running a temp, so he did not participate in the day's activities. I think that's the equivalent to winning the lottery or something.
I woke up early, showered, headed to my parents' house, and then herded childings around to clean up, get dressed (while Bunny hid eggs), find eggs, open eggs, take pics with eggs, fuss about getting socks and shoes on, and load into car.
Went to visit sister in jail. Mom realized when we arrived in the parking lot that she had forgotten her ID. That's ok, because they were doing lunch/headcount which would be another hour at least before they would let us in.
Headed back home, nabbed her ID, headed back, stood/sat for 45min in the waiting room (it rotated while we played musical chairs, literally, just without the fun music and with the threat of a guard beating if we didn't do exactly as told).
Got to spend about an hour in a cold, loud room with my sister while watching the boys get worse and worse in their behavior. I don't exactly blame them. They'd just been through a 1.5hour round-trip excursion, no lunch due to fussiness since we went to Arby's instead of McDonald's, another hour waiting for my sister's appearance, and then an uncomfortable, loooooong hour listening to Aunt Nikki, Mommy, and Nana chatter.
Really, the boys' idea of a proper visit is a hug, a kiss, and placement in front of a tv for cartoons and maybe something to snack on. All this other stuff they REALLY couldn't care less about. The older one (the one that attached himself more strongly to me than to her when he was born) was actually shy and almost didn't want to give her a hug.
They became rambunctious at leaving time. We almost lost the little one as he jumped into the elevator without us. Luckily me pressing the hail button opened the door before he had a chance to go on a floor-by-floor adventure. I'm actually surprised, as a lost child on an elevator in a state prison would actually be fitting for my family. Just think about that one for a moment. Imagine a guard on floor X, behind his secured guard room door, suddenly hearing a child crying/screaming (as the munchkin's known to do) in the hall outside. Do you think the guards have procedures and ongoing training for random imps in the hall?
By the time I made it back home, I was tired of the boys and tired of my mom and tired of life. Basically, I was just coming down from my morning coffee high and just flat out tired and grumpy and hating the world. My attempt to nap was cut short, but I survived.
My sister will be released in November, just in time for Thanksgiving. Her boyfriend is planning a house for them out in BFE. She has plans to take the boys with her. I, as usual, have no words for her manner of insanity.
