We went out to eat tonight. Going out to eat here in utopia requires an 8 mile drive and in the car to have a little fun the kids were speaking ubi-dubbi to each other. (remember Zoom?) Dad couldn't understand a thing so he started to talk gibberish back to them. It was hilarious and I savored the playfulness of the moment. It's great to see dad being regular dad and not sad dad.
In an OMG moment, the nursing home called today and scumcle was there trying to sign something to give them permission for grandma to go to the wound care center. They called ME to ask if it was acceptable for him to give permission. I bet his blood boiled! Later on the nursing home doc called and totally freaked me out by saying that he wasn't sure they could save the leg. SAVE THE LEG?!?!?! People, if grandma has to have her leg amputated she is going to die. Literally. If we can't get the MRSA under control she is going to die. Literally. They have got to heal this leg. Cross your fingers, say a prayer, light a candle, sacrifice a lamb, anything. Okay?
On a lighter note, (cue the chorus of angels) Matt shaved tonight! Why is this a big deal? Because Matt does not have a ful beard yet and he was looking mighty skeevy between the long hair and the scraggly face. Now I just have to pretend not to see the long hair. Well, Matt did leave himself some less than attractive mutton chops but they are easily concealed behind the sweaty mess that is his Tiny Tim hair.. Did I ever tell you that when I ask Matt what he is going to do when he goes bald Matt likes to say that Ben Franklin was a hot guy?
I hired a cleaning lady to clean here once a week. What heaven. The only thing is that to get her to come I have to call some guy to make the arrangements and I totally feel like I am calling her cleaning pimp. I have imagined a whole cleaning for hire hustling scenario. And probably I have been watching Weeds too much, but it does creep me out just a little. Not enough that I don't drop to my knees in gratitude for the dirtless floors and sign up for another visit from the lady of the mop for next week, but enough that I felt compelled to mention it here.