Conversations with (or against, really) Eleanor

Jason and I put Eleanor to bed, and about 15 minutes later I heard the sleigh bell on her doorknob (shut it, at least we don't lock her in the room anymore).  She always comes straight into our bedroom, so when she didn't come around the corner I figured  I was hearing things.  Jason concurred. 

The next day, Summer told me that Eleanor came in her room around 9pm.  "Why didn't you come and tell us, Summer?"  "mumble mumble mumble rabble" (literal transcription of events)

Apparently, Eleanor wanted to watch Pirates of the Caribbean.  Like always.  So Summer turned it on, then set the sleeptimer, since she gets screamed at by Jason like a wailing banshee if her TV's on when he wakes up in the morning.  Summer passes out and 60 minutes later this happened:

Eleanor: "SUMMER! SUMMER! GET UP NOW.  THE MOVIE IS BROKEN AND IT'S NOT WORKIN ON THE TV"
Summer: "huh? where am I? who are you?"
Eleanor: "Summer, you have to fix the movie.  Why did you turn it off?" (completely disgusted at this point)
Summer: "I didn't shut anything off. It was the sleeptimer because you should be asleep"
Eleanor: (tossing blankets and pillows to find all the remotes) "well, turn it back on, it wasn't done."
Summer: "Fine, just cool out a minute.  Do you want to sleep with me tonight? Why don't you go get your pillow..." CUT OFF
Eleanor: "I'm not sleeping with you. I'm mad at you and I do not sleep with people I am mad at."

While I agree with her theory, I can't help but feel that her delivery will leave her 40 years old with 6 cats living in a scary 500 sq. ft. apartment. Or my house. *shivers*

Summer Vacation Day 1

I don't even want to talk about this. 

This is what 7 hours with Summer and Eleanor looks like. I think he developed a limp.

Shit everywhere.  Forts, toys, boxes, the closet looks like it threw up, more toys, spots on the floor from where bubbles were blown and dried up... where am I? Club Kallas/Sauer. 

wtf is this? A pile of wet towels, swim suits and a riri.  But, you'd be guessing too, since no one would answer your question "WHAT IS THIS DOING HERE?"

These two seriously looked like they wanted to murder me when they walked in.  I don't think they enjoyed having house guests.  In fact, I think they wanted to eat me for the drama they endured all day.

I think the notion that this was a crime scene pretty much sums up the day.  This is Eleanor's outline of Francis' stupid body.

I didn't even know I HAD a playpen. Gawd, where's my cat?

So I ask, on day 2 of summer vacation; what fresh hell waits for me today? I logged onto the home cameras and saw Eleanor washing the dishes, and I thought what is worse? a house that wasn't cleaned by the Dynamic Duo, or one that WAS.