So, yesterday was really intense. A funeral happened. A good friend of DH, who he grew up with and DH's daughter (SD15.5) and his daughter are really close, and go to school together. We both took the day off and So did SD15.5 B/M. We get there and go through the protocols (everyone wearing masks, a temperature checker, write in the book, hand sanitise) settle in, turn around and "behold" there is Toxic Troll in her "cold shoulder black velour with rhinestone stars" outfit, in all her shameless glory.

So this week has been very peaceful. Except for the part where we are demoing our kitchen through the holidays. Im getting a new-ish kitchen!!!! Well, ok we both are!!!

All around me I am seeing tough times.

Husbands good friend he grew up with is in the hospital with a rare brian infection, on a ventilator. Ive been in limted contact with his partner (long term, they have a child together) and just let her know Im here if she needs something. He probably wont make it.

So, the other night, we made a nice little meal of steak and lobster that I had purchased for us to eat as a family. Husband cooked but I bought. Supposedly SD15 was to do the dishes, which she did. But dishes to me inlcude pots and pans and all the other stuff used to prepare the meal...but Husband told me he told her he would do them. I asked why. Because shes "not ready" he replies. Well, this 15.5 year old will soon be old enough to take a driving permit test and to start driving, but shes not capable of washing pans. I kept my beak shut.