They're trying to figure out a schedule. A schedule for laundry, showers, and whatnot.
Yesterday was tricky. We have to be to church at 11, and they have to be at church at 1, sometimes earlier for meetings. That puts all 7, or 8 if Spencer is visiting like he was yesterday, of us vying for the shower during the same 1 hour window. It's not pretty. There's a lot of almost seeing people in their undies, and running half naked from the bathroom to the bedroom with a towel strategically placed and a prayer in your heart that no one is walking down the hall at said time.
It's good times.
Don't get me wrong, I love living here. I love having a place to call home during this time of upheaval. But here I sit, wondering how long I can tempt fate and not get caught naked and soaking wet by a dear, unsuspecting family member. Perhaps at that moment, I'll be evicted and banished to a homeless shelter, where I'll sit and post about other, more important, less embarrassing things.