39.3 Burn the Midnight Oil
Roy got home from work at the League at midnight and sighed at his sink full of dishes, messy living room, and undone laundry.
Laundry first, Lian wanted her pink socks tomorrow… he got a load going and went to do the dishes, making Lian's lunch as well.
The countertops were clean, finally, and he wearily pulled the clothing from the washer, into the dryer, cursing aliens in general for the way the muscle in his back throbbed as he tried to move.
Toys on the floor took longer, but he got that done, too, and his League paperwork…
It was nearly three as he stumbled to his bedroom and collapsed into bed. But due to burning the midnight oil, the house was tidy, and the kitchen and bathroom were clean, and lunches and dinner for the next day were made.
And now, it was time to rest.
…at least, until Dick got in.
Laundry first, Lian wanted her pink socks tomorrow… he got a load going and went to do the dishes, making Lian's lunch as well.
The countertops were clean, finally, and he wearily pulled the clothing from the washer, into the dryer, cursing aliens in general for the way the muscle in his back throbbed as he tried to move.
Toys on the floor took longer, but he got that done, too, and his League paperwork…
It was nearly three as he stumbled to his bedroom and collapsed into bed. But due to burning the midnight oil, the house was tidy, and the kitchen and bathroom were clean, and lunches and dinner for the next day were made.
And now, it was time to rest.
…at least, until Dick got in.