Oh, what a week! Among other small annoyances, Drew did indeed get jury duty (for two weeks) and has been home late a couple nights this week. But the silver lining is that he LOVES it; I seriously haven’t seen him this excited about something since the last time the Yankees were playing well and that was quite a while ago (womp womp). Last night he was practically giddy discussing the dynamics among the jurors, whom he said are like “family” now, I shit you not. And then this morning I couldn’t find our Roomba and Drew and I tore the place apart — our place is not big — looking for it and we couldn’t find it and I started thinking that someone had broken into our apartment and stolen it. Only, nothing else of value was stolen, so whoever took it didn’t take it for its value; they took it to fuck with us. And who would do that?! My mind was going crazy. I got myself all worked up in a tizzy. Drew even asked if he should skip jury duty. But he said it like it would be this big sacrifice, like having tickets to the World Series and not going. And I was like, “No, go! Go see your other family! The kids and I will be FINE! Don’t worry about us and the potential robber on the loose!”
I decided before I called the cops to check under Jackson’s bed one more time (I’d already looked three times). I had just re-organized the kids’ book shelves and put piles of books under Jackson’s bed until I could box them up and get them into storage to save for Joanie in a couple years. I moved about 30 books out of the way and army-crawled my way to the back of the bed, and there in the corner, wedged between two piles of books and the wall, was Roomba. Oh, hallelujah, we’re safe!
Before I say happy weekend, I have to wish my better half a fantastic birthday (tomorrow), and sorry I didn’t think to invite his new best friends — sorry, I mean, his family — over to celebrate. And happy half birthday to Jackson, whom I’ve totally forgiven for calling me fat and saying he doesn’t like me.
Happy weekend, everyone!