Parents, parents

My parents have just left for the return trip to Bay Area (leaving them tomorrow to recover). As much as I like going home and a part of that has to do with my parents being there, having both of them here in SD with me is...well, three people in a one bedroom apartment is one person too many. Especially when both of them are adults who are bored out of their minds (foggy day, can't go to the beach, they don't want to read any of the stuff I have here and I only let them use Daemon because my other two laptops are clean, darn it, and my parents go to sites such as creaders.com where trojans and worms abound). Of course, that means bickering. I've, frankly, refereed second graders with more tact (thank you City Year)...though I am also biased since I am running interference between my parents and I expect better of them. As long as they're kept busy, they're fine (and the whole "we won't see you for six month so we're going to buy you stuff" has resulted in way too much food and a new set of tupperware, which is nice. I needed the tupperware). I kept tripping over them for about half a day while running around unpacking and doing householdy-type errands (and slopped water on myself because someone filled the cup that I thought was empty while I was in the other room). Mom eventually got bored enough and found the copy of Peanuts that Victoria got me for Christmas and entertained herself with that (thank you Victoria) while dad went out and poked at my car. I got sent out with my dad for gas because, according to my mom, that if I let them close to each other they will start arguing (by the way, the first half of New Year's -- before everyone got mellowed out by fatigue -- sucked). Of course when they were leaving dad was so busy saying goodbye that he turned onto the wrong lane so that unless he knew that it's possible to get to the Five from the north end of Genesee -- which he didn't -- he was going to have to take a u-turn which will no doubt result in more bickering for the first hour of the trip. (At least they won't be bored?)

I love them dearly but sometimes? Good grief.

More errands!