Conversation with Mom, every night this week:
"Is your Dad coming here?"
Yes.
"When?"
Next Saturday.
"Did you say Aunt Squirrely is coming too?"
Yup.
"How is she getting here?"
She's flying.
"Is she coming alone?"
Nope, H is coming with her to help.
"Who's H?"
Squirrely's granddaughter.
Add random questions about who/what/where/when/why and variations on that. It's exhausting, absolutely brain-wearing, to answer the Same. Exact. Questions. Over and over and over again.
But likely not as exhausting as it will be to have two frail, elderly houseguests and an unknown fourteen year old first cousin once removed (my first cousin's kid - that makes H Babygirl's second cousin? I think?) for two weeks.
I'm not sure how this happened, exactly. But dang, I need to clean. And buy wine. LOTS of wine.
DeeDee
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