Sometimes its scary news.
Sometimes it's good news.
Sometimes you just can't remember.
So I was chatting on the phone with my most excellent daughter-in-law last night and she mentioned that her folks were coming from Idaho to help her and Josiah move next weekend.
As I have noticed that the house deals have not been working out as quickly as hoped for, I asked where they were going to move to.
There was a pause, then, "Well, with you guys....right?"
Then another pause as neither of us said anything, and then both of us shouted, "Josiah!" at the same moment.
I heard Ashley saying furiously "Josiah, you said this was all worked out! You said your parents were fine with it!" And Josiah in the background, probably deflecting blows, saying, "I did! I talked to them! I did!"
A fuzzy memory began to surface of the phone ringing shrilly, waking me out of a deep sleep in the middle of the night, probably after 10, but maybe 9:45 or so, a few weeks before.
I will automatically answer those middle-of-the-night calls because it is most likely the kids calling with an emergency of some sort, like how do you make meatloaf, or have you seen this episode of "House." But I usually stay asleep during the first half of the conversation. Everyone can vouch for this.
So I vaguely remember one such phone call with Josiah, and I seem to remember him asking if he and Ashley and Max could move in until they found a place to buy.
Apparently, I said yes before I hung up.
I'd best get the guest room ready.
The kids are moving in for a bit.
(oh hurray!!) :-)
(I bet they are SO EXCITED)