I know what you're thinking...robot...but that's not it.
My parents are moving in.
Dad cooks, and Mom works from home so she'll be picking up the Internet tab. And, well, Ethan is the cutest child in the world, so the babysitting thing's a no-brainer.
This is a temporary measure in which the 'rents will be staying with us until such times as their house sells
On a separate and unrelated note, if anyone is interested in buying a house in the Chicagoland area, I know of a great two-story, four-bedroom home with a recently remodeled kitchen and master bath, as well as a solid oak staircase off the marble foyer, which is overlooked by a half-walled bonus room. Did I mention the family and living rooms? And I can't forget about the dining area and the eat-in kitchen? I hear the sellers are motivated.
No, but we really are looking forward to them getting here, for the reasons mentioned above, and also for the fact that with the grandparents in the room next to Ethan's for a few months, Noah and I can theoretically sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake up to the scent of hot tea and toast with bacon crisping in the oven. Ahem, DAD.
All this is to say, we've been cleaning out our spare room.
Our spare room contained: One of Noah's childhood dressers that we refurbished, a desk-turned-sewing-desk where my sewing machine
We rounded up our box of losers, which was made heavier by one of my two copies of Literary Theory and Criticism, threw in some of Noah's old anime, and headed to our used book/dvd/music emporium, Edward McKay (which I frequently refer to as Edwin McCain, a joke that Noah hates). The dude behind the drop-off counter accepted the large Pampers Cruisers Size 4 box and told us they'd put our name on the whiteboard after they were done, in about 30 minutes.
For the next half hour, we followed Ethan around the store and prevented him from
- Eating one of the paper section signs, incidentally marked "Star Wars/Trekkie"
- Crushing the shop's entire stock of granola bars
- Rearranging the copious cd collection
- Taking DVD cases of the shelves and throwing them
- Disorganizing the many thousands of books on the lower shelves throughout the shop
At that moment, Noah and I froze in the manner of people who don't often receive medium or even small amounts of money from sources other than our employers, and even those monies aren't all that impressive. I glanced at Noah with hard eyes as he attempted to control the joyous contortion of his facial muscles. A quick readjustment of Ethan masked my ventriloquist-style mumble, Be cool, through clenched teeth.
Noah calmly accepted the cash, turned some of it back over for some purchases we wanted to make*, and quickly headed toward the parking lot, where we did a happy dance to an impromptu air loosely titled "Huzzah!"
This is such a turn of good luck, it's hard to imagine. We high-tailed it outta there before they realized their mistake. We're still excited. In fact, Noah sent me a text today with just two words: "102 dollars!"
And I still even have two copies of Waverly and three of What to Expect the First Year.
I know this is daring, and perhaps presumptuous, but I'm going to go ahead and say that I believe this could be the year's first Christmas miracle.
*Just because I know you're going to want to know what we bought, I'll tell you. Battlestar Galactica Season 2.5, Battlestar Galactica: Razor, and Firefly. Go ahead and mock us in all our dorky glory. Two words: 102 DOLLARS.