the road not taken

snippets of weekend conversation

note : my commentary appears in parentheses...

phone rings...

lara : hello?
woman seeking childcare : yes, is this lara's childcare?
lara : yes, it is.
woman : i have 3 children; 3 years, 2 years and 4 months. what are your prices?
lara : well, it would be $125/week for the 4 month old. and then $100/week each for the two toddlers.
woman : umn, uh... really? well, the 3 year old will be starting headstart for at least half a day soon.
lara : well, okay then... i'd be willing to lower the price for the three year old, depending upon how long during the day he'd be here.
woman : well, i don't have a job, yet. but, i just went for an interview. do you think you might be able to agree on a lower price, until i got things started at this new job?
lara : i might be able to work something out. what kind of prices were you looking for?
woman : well, is $130/week for all three too low?
lara : yes. (dear gods, lady. i can't believe you said that) but, i do wish you lots of luck finding childcare for your children. have a nice day.

deep sigh...

touring a house we were interested in renting...

lady leasing house : here is the application, if you think you'd be interested.
lara looks over the application, and sees no in-home childcare permitted, among other things, at the bottom of the sheet.
lara points it out to wallace
lady leasing house : what? is there a problem? you don't have any pets, do you?
lara : umn, no... i just noticed the no in-home childcare line. i do in-home childcare right now. (and honestly, we'd not be able to afford to live there, if i didn't try to continue it.)
lady leasing house : well, i don't allow that. i've had some other problems with tenants who did in-home childcare; kids sticking toys down the toilet, making things a real mess. i just don't allow it.
lara : i see... (i certainly wouldn't let anyone else tear up my home, whether i owned it or leased it or whatever. must have been a really great childcare person to let kids run wild in their (her) house.)
lady leasing house : but, if you decide you want to get a job... there is a church up across the street that does childcare, and you could work there.
lara mutters something that sounds like mmmm, when in actuality she's biting her lip really hard to prevent herself from saying something rude back to this rude woman. (i thought her insinuation that i didn't work by doing childcare in my home was rude. and, when i explained what she had said to my mom, she agreed with me.)

deep sigh...

about 20 minutes into watching any given sunday...

wallace : you don't like this movie, do you?
lara : well, i just don't like football enough to like it...
wallace : i thought so.
(amazing how when we first met, wallace couldn't give a shit about football... and now, well, it must be a guy thing.)
lara wanders off to do dishes, and play on the computer.

heh...

driving home from house hunting, discussing food options...

lara : oh dammit, we should have stopped at the big chicken for dinner stuff...
wallace : really? i thought you hated kentucky fried chicken...
lara : no, they have chicken fingers now... i'm the chicken finger fuckin' queen.
wallace bursts into uncontrollable laughter, taking my last statement in a whole other way than how it was meant.
lara protests loudly about that wasn't how she meant it...
wallace laughs all the way until we hit 285.
lara (note to self : cut down on usage of fuck as an all-purpose part of emphatic speech...)

hope you enjoyed your weekend. ours was interesting to say the least...

Posted by lara at September 5, 2000 04:58 PM