swear to goodness

Okay, I just went looking for kids to kiss goodnight.

I found a bunch. All good.

Then I asked where Tim was? How about Julia?

They're sleeping with the legos.

Oh, puh-leeze. Really?

Yeah.

So it's all quiet as I cross the dark family room and head downstairs--and encounter Tim standing in the dim light in front of a microwave oven--the cast off one Little Jay brought home from college.

"What are you doing?"

"Cooking pizza rolls."

"Pizza rolls at 11:05 on a Sunday night?"

"I don't know what time it is."

"Where's Julia?"

"In the bathroom. We're going to work on the lego ship and then the pirates."

I can see lego shit spread out far and wide. A fishing program is on TV.

Sigh. I asked, "So who is sleeping?"

"Nobody. Well maybe you guys."

At that point he was taking the pizza rolls out and I came upstairs. After I take a bath here, I'll attempt to impose some order again.

What the heck? Who are these people? love, Val