There has been a death in the family, a niece of the Maternal Grandfather passed on Friday. Yesterday was chaotic, the Twins had one of their parties and as I was getting dressed for that, the Maternal Grandmother asked me to go with her and the Maternal Grandfather to the town where the family is; requiring a completely different outfit and make-up. Once we got there, we could not even see the family as they were taking care of all the little important details like what the deceased was going to wear.
However, that did not compare to today’s adventure. The Elder Twin has claimed their playroom as her room for about half a year, prompting the Younger Twin to move all her toys into the sleep-room. Mom and others have spent a considerable amount of time trying to figure out what should be done, since the sleep-room was a tight fit. This morning, a decision was made: move the Elder into the playroom, thus give each Twin her own room.
Everyone, including a babysitter spent an hour swapping rooms before Mom had to go work. The Maternal Grandparents and I spent another hour working before the Younger Twin realized the Maternal Grandmother had committed a grievous sin—she moved some of the Younger Twin’s toys without asking them if they wanted to have a new home. The Maternal Grandparents quickly left and the babysitter took the Elder Twin outside to play. Ten minutes later, I finally get the Younger Twin to stop crying and come up with a solution. The two of us proceeded to spend the better part of an hour asking each and every animal toy the child owns if they would like a new home. Some animals did not want to move while others relocated to under tables, chairs, and a desk. Currently, I am waiting Mom to call me asking why there is a plastic horse in the Younger Twin’s bed.
If I had been given commission on every move, my student loans would now be paid.