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Nov. 12th, 2017 10:39 pmSo. My nephews' dad lost his job on Friday, and it wasn't even anything to do with his troubles apparently - or even anything to do with the actual firm he works for. He 'had a disagreement' with someone who works on the site where they're building right now, and now he's not allowed back.
So now he's not having the kids on Sundays, because he's feeling terrible I guess, and because he can't afford to. So my sister has asked my parents to have them on Sundays instead. The kids' dad generally - at my sister's insistence - had them from 11am to 7pm. She certainly insisted my mum have them at 11am this morning, because I half-woke up hearing my mum talking to her on the phone about it, and then I half-woke up at half 11 because I could hear the kids downstairs (I sleep in on weekends, shush, don't judge me). My dad intended to take my MN and YN to a skate park in Rothwell - the oldest one was much happier to stay here and play on the computer. But my dad and the other two came back after about two hours, because apparently a bunch of kids started yelling and swearing at my dad because he was taking videos of my nephews on their scooters - and then it got close to my MN having a fight with them about it - and then none of them were having fun so they just came back. Apparently, the kids followed them back to the car, until my dad chased them off, and then stood across the exit to the car park, so my dad didn't slow down when he drove towards it, and they all scattered. He came back saying "I almost went to prison, but other than that it was great".
So then it was just us and the kids in the house, while my mum made Sunday dinner, and while we ate Sunday dinner, and to be fair up till then it was okay, and then my MN and YN just started getting giddy and running around and wrestling, and all I heard from downstairs was shouting and maniacal child laughter.
My mum texted my sister around 6-ish to say "your dad will be setting off to bring them home at 7pm, please be in the house", and my sister said "okay", and then "can we make it 7:30?", and then "why haven't you answered?", because apparently she's using two phones at once and doesn't always keep track of which one she's using, and then when my mum criticised her for pushing it to 7:30, she said "it definitely won't be any later than 8". And the kids were definitely still here at half 8. Because my sister is a horrible person.
So yeah. I'm exhausted. And I'm not even really the one who did anything.
So now he's not having the kids on Sundays, because he's feeling terrible I guess, and because he can't afford to. So my sister has asked my parents to have them on Sundays instead. The kids' dad generally - at my sister's insistence - had them from 11am to 7pm. She certainly insisted my mum have them at 11am this morning, because I half-woke up hearing my mum talking to her on the phone about it, and then I half-woke up at half 11 because I could hear the kids downstairs (I sleep in on weekends, shush, don't judge me). My dad intended to take my MN and YN to a skate park in Rothwell - the oldest one was much happier to stay here and play on the computer. But my dad and the other two came back after about two hours, because apparently a bunch of kids started yelling and swearing at my dad because he was taking videos of my nephews on their scooters - and then it got close to my MN having a fight with them about it - and then none of them were having fun so they just came back. Apparently, the kids followed them back to the car, until my dad chased them off, and then stood across the exit to the car park, so my dad didn't slow down when he drove towards it, and they all scattered. He came back saying "I almost went to prison, but other than that it was great".
So then it was just us and the kids in the house, while my mum made Sunday dinner, and while we ate Sunday dinner, and to be fair up till then it was okay, and then my MN and YN just started getting giddy and running around and wrestling, and all I heard from downstairs was shouting and maniacal child laughter.
My mum texted my sister around 6-ish to say "your dad will be setting off to bring them home at 7pm, please be in the house", and my sister said "okay", and then "can we make it 7:30?", and then "why haven't you answered?", because apparently she's using two phones at once and doesn't always keep track of which one she's using, and then when my mum criticised her for pushing it to 7:30, she said "it definitely won't be any later than 8". And the kids were definitely still here at half 8. Because my sister is a horrible person.
So yeah. I'm exhausted. And I'm not even really the one who did anything.
