I have been fighting a virus for the better part of two weeks. It is mostly a terrible cough, but there is some sinus congestion, even though I can easily breathe through my nose. Once the drugs kick in, I'm okay, but I don't have the energy to do anything.
Boris got it before we went to Canada and Natasha got it afterwards. They each missed a few days of school. I caught it just as Natasha was getting better. Nightingale has not caught it at all.
The Bears managed to lose a game in epic fashion. They scored the go-ahead touchdown with less than a minute on the clock. Somehow Washington managed to move close enough to throw a hail mary and a Bears defender Tyrique Stevenson tipped the ball into the hands of a Commander in the end zone and it was a touchdown. And that's not even the first time the Bears have even done anything like that.
The in-laws are in Houston so we are dog-sitting again. They had to put down one of their dogs earlier this year so now it is only one hospice dog, who is much more manageable. She still shits and pisses everywhere but when she's done with that, she mostly sleeps.
The other in-law was over here on Saturday to watch the Michigan - Michigan State game. She wanted to have a kid-free evening of watching the game and hanging with Nightingale but her husband refused to watch both kids so she could have a night off. I get my info from Nightingale and I cannot speak for certain about their dynamic but Confederate Jethro apparently cannot handle two children at once. Or he doesn't want to because misogyny.
It's getting really tiresome dealing with him. The first year down here, he gave me a lot of flack and Nightingale begged me to not respond. And I did for a while. But one day in September 2022, Confederate Jethro sent me this stupid meme about White Privilege and I responded that instead of sending me bullshit like this, he should be vetting babysitters.
Confederate Jethro was so pissed! He called his wife who called my wife who called me. And I put my foot down and said IDGF he had it coming. It was fortunate that I was working at the time because I had some leverage.
He has essentially pouted ever since. This makes the Christmas Holidays and Family dinners problematic because he doesn't' want to be in my presence (yes, I'm heartbroken). But it does create some issues that could be avoided if the family would just stand up to him. I guess him being over 300 lbs and heavy armed does make one pause.