At 9:45 pm last night, the phone rang. It was [relative], asking Mr. E and I for [extremely burdensome favor]. [Extremely burdensome favor] involves extra child(ren) in our household for an undetermined amount of time. It is due to [extremely complicated and only tangentially related legal issue]. Extra child #1 is 10, female, [a relative], and has [comparatively minor problems]. Extra child #2 is 10, male, unrelated, and likely has, due to no fault of his own [major, possibly dangerous issues].
Sigh. This was supposedly only a "you are one of several possibilities that we are exploring" phone call. I said yes to child #1 and absolutely not to child #2. My compassion for child #2 is limited when he poses a possible danger to my own baboos.
[Possible] arrival of child #1 would be next week sometime, just before the Baboos and I are scheduled to go to completely different relatives' house. We are leaving our house because the kitchen is getting a minor overhaul, and we would be without kitchen services for about a week and half. Yeah. Fun timing.
So, pixies, what are your whines? Redact them if necessary--it's kind of fun. Like Mad Libs. (she tries to convince herself).
I hope to be able to post an update saying this was much ado about nothing. That is often the case with [late-night phone calling relative].