DOARS- Week 6 Day 3- Maybe I'm Crazy

Dear Readers,

We're several days behind where I've played, and my head is feeling slightly okay today, so we're eligible for another posting spree! Now please don't get scared off, I'm sure that soon (just like the last week or two) I won't be posting, so please read these at your own pace. Also, I don't promise a posting spree, just that the DOARS are eligible and one might occur in the next few days.
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Dear Diary,

My entries have been a lot about gnomes and nervousness and aliens and who know what else. You probably think I've lost my mind at this point, don't you?

Well today we're going to mix things up and try to have a perfectly normal entry, how about that? No gnomes, no aliens, nothing remotely related to a conspiracy.






Cycl0n3 and I promptly woke up at 5:30. He woke up in my arms which was a nice change of pace for us, though I hope that tomorrow goes back to how it usually is, you understand, I'm sure.

The family started out our morning as we were wont to do. I started some laundry, Cycl0n3 started breakfast and the kids ate some leftovers and finished up their homework. Actually I must say that I was pleased to see Raquel working on her homework this morning. After yesterday's homework swapping debacle, I just figured that Hector had finished it for her, but apparently he only did half of it. Now, I know what you're thinking, Hector still did part of her homework, so why in the world am I letting them off the hook on this one? Well, I have three answers for you: A) Why are my parenting techniques any of your business? B) Do you even know what the homework was? Maybe it was an interview with a sibling, did you think of that? and C) I really don't have any proof that it was her homework he worked on, I just get the feeling it was.

Plus,when I talked to Raquel she went on and on about how the computer could be used to compute the exact location of the alien homeworld and then we could find some way to help them. Let's ignore that for now shall we. But as a quick off topic remark- how in the world did she find out what's going on? Who in the world is talking to my family, and why aren't they telling me? Can't I know what's going on, too?

Well, the kids were sent off to school and I worked on a present for my husband. He had been bringing home all sorts of seeds, so I prepared another sprinkler so that he could expand his garden without expanding his workload too much.

Cycl0n3 has really been getting into Nectar Making, but the silly man won't let me drink any of it. Something about it aging properly. Now, now, don't think I'm being mean, I understand that it has to age and mature before it's really a drinkable and delightful nectar, but I'm just not patient. It would be nice to relax at the end of the day and have a glass of nectar and maybe a bubble bath. The good news, though, is that Cycl0n3 says his first batch should be ready before we're old, so I guess I shouldn't be too discouraged.

As soon as he started the nectar making process he got struck by lightning! I thought he was going to die! It was so scary. I told myself that for sure he would be the first casualty of war in the family. He almost was, too, but fortunately he pulled through, and he was just fine by the end of the night. I guess getting struck by lightning isn't as serious as I always thought it was. Who knew?

Now, don't get me wrong, though, I don't want anyone else to get struck again, no matter how non-deadly it might be, Cycl0n3 tells me that it's awfully painful, and I really hope that my family is more careful about being out in the rain from now on.

The kids got home after I headed off to work, and Hector got down to his homework right away. I've never had a problem with him doing his homework. He might make questionable decisions in life, he might be involved in some shady activities (that I'm trying to not mention in this entry), but if there's one thing I can count on him for, it's doing his homework. I really admire that kind of work ethic, don't you?

Raquel, though, is starting out her school years with a slightly different attitude regarding homework. She's just so focused on whatever she's working on that everything else seems to slip her mind... even homework... or food.... and probably sleep if we didn't get onto her about it. It seems she's following in her brother's footsteps when it comes to potion making. Well, I'm sure she knows what she's doing... right?

It's nice to see that my son wants to carry on the family laundry tradition. I know he'll keep his family clothed in the most well cleaned garments. That's comforting. No really, it is comforting. there's nothing worse than a family all wearing dirty clothes. Especially if that family is tiny and zips around from place to place staying out of sim view, but let's not talk about that today, huh?

Raquel and Cycl0n3 had dinner together today. I love watching them hang out, it's so sweet. They seemed worried and tense today, though, so I hope everything is okay. For as much as my family cues me in to what's going on I probably won't hear a word about what's wrong. Sometimes I wish I wasn't quite as obtuse as I am. Then I might actually learn a thing or two from observation.










For some reason that I won't theorize about here, both of the kids decided to go to bed early. I mean, I get of work at 6 and I'm home by 6:30, but the kids were already asleep before I got home today. I guess I should be glad that I don't have kids who pester me about staying up late every night. Some nights it might be fun to be pestered, though. I want to have all those normal parenting experiences that I hear about. But oh well! I just think my kids aren't normal, but that's okay! They're fantastic kids (yes, even Hector) so I can't complain about them too much, er... well... I shouldn't complain about them too much. There we go, that's a more accurate thing to say.














Well, tomorrow is a game day, so Cycl0n3 and I went to bed early as well.

Hoping tomorrow will be fantastic,

Lynn Sw0rd












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Excerpt from Hector's Diary
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I think my parents might have figured out that I'm not sleeping at night. They haven't mentioned anything about it, though so I'm not going to worry about it.



 Besides, my work is far too important to jeopardize for a few fears about my parents.



 Especially because the Aliens are taking me to their homeworld tonight. Only for a little while, now, don't freak out.

Their ship was amazing, it was the most technologically advanced thing I had ever seen! And their homeworld, aside from the war torn areas, was magnificent and beautiful. Their race is definitely worth saving. They still haven't told me their grand plan for saving the race, but they have given me a few assignments. The current one is to report back to them with the potions that I'm discovering. Apparently they need a certain chemical compound, though I'm not sure if it's going into the offensive or defensive side of this war.






A member of their Elder Council dropped me off, Zhiddezoe Polination Technician, and she gave me strict instructions to keep my mission a secret from everyone. That was new. You might recall that Rommich encouraged me to bring my mother into the equation, and since then outside sources have alerted both my sister and my father to at least part of this scheme. Now, I know I'm not the kindest guy around, but all this tiptoeing around my family is getting old. I can tell how stressed my mother is about it. She hates the unknown. I wish I had gotten up the courage to bring her in on all of this before I was given the hush order.

It's too late to change that now, so we'll have to hope for the best.
.... But Zhiddezoe also left me with a warning that ran chills down my spine, we're close to the end game of this war, and soon they'll need me more than ever.

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Factoid: Cycl0n3 and Raquel spend a lot of time together, but since he didn't teach her any of her skills as a tot, they actually aren't even friends! It's quite sad, but they act like they're two peas in a pod, so I left that tid bit out of the story.