Apartment Life Conversation

I woke up viciously sick this morning, and it was monsooning out.  Full-on thunder, lightning, the works.  It would have been a perfect day for sleeping in, if I'd been able to breathe -- or even see, because of my migraine.  Thank goodness for the rain, though, because we had a play-date at a local park and there was NO WAY I was making it there, but I absolutely hate to cancel a play-date because I am the one out of commission.  I feel so guilty. 

Well, fast forward a few hours and the Excedrin's kicked in, the rain has passed, two thirty-minute steaming-hot showers have worked their magic, and I get to make good on our plans for the second half of our day: an afternoon at Aunt Courtney's pool.

We got down there, went to lunch and ran a quick errand, and when we finally got poolside,  we were the only people there.  By that time even the clouds had gone and it was absolutely gorgeous out, if not quite sweltering.  After that much rain, the water was a little chilly.  Not to worry -- we still had a great time and spent about an hour and a half warming up, swimming all over the place (it's a huge pool and it was glorious to have it to ourselves!  wow!)  and playing in the water.  After we dried off and when we finally left to go back to Courtney's apartment, WHM was singing at the top of his lungs in the hallway.  (You walk through the building to get to the pool, or at least, that's the way we typically go.  Down by the pool the hallway floor is all tiled, so everything echoes echoes echoes ... )

I told WHM he needed to be quiet because people might be sleeping and we needed to be respectful.

WHM:  No, Mommy.  It's DAY time. People aren't SLEEPING!
ME:  Well, sometimes people work at nighttime and sleep in the daytime.
WHM, incredulously:  They work at NIGHT time?!  And sleep in the DAY time?!
CAM, very matter-of-factly:  Maybe they are nocturnal.

--Jen

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