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For fuck's sake.
Jun. 9th, 2012 06:30 amThe dogs tried to kill one another last night, right before my alarm was set to go off for work. Not a pleasant wake up call, I assure you. Nor was the night long cleaning that resulted from like, five minutes of crazy canines. Long story relatively short:
Widget took food upstairs to the boy's room where Dog 1 already was. Dog 2 followed and because both dogs were hungry (Mums thought I'd fed 2 and I thought she had so of course no one did) they both wanted that plate of... corn.
Things went badly. Widget freaked, the dogs freaked more, and I spent two hours dreading seeing the boy's room (it took awhile to clean up the rest of the house even though the entire fight lasted, literally, five minutes at the MOST and took place exclusively in the boy's room) only to find the boy's room was pretty much spotless. Except for the comforter, which won't fit in our washer. And then Mums mentions a pillowcase or something that neither Widget nor I ever saw.
I do loads of laundry, I spend the night trying not to shake like a leaf because while Widget did a ton of the cleaning and Mums inspected the dogs, someone had to keep their head and not go off like a loon and that person was me. Which is weird because I do not react well in a crisis, people. Remember that.
Anyway. That means no work although I'd fully intended to go in late, but after two hours of clean up and a shower I felt worse... and also I think it would have fucked up my pay to have gone in at that point. Not sure, but I think so. Sooooo... one more reason for big boss to fuss.
To keep from shaking like crazy, I watched Hey Arnold and when that was over, sent Widget to bed and went to read the latest Gallagher Girls book. Which took me to 5am and I was ready to sleep when... the boy returns home and has the music turned up so loud that the house is shaking. Who the fuck blares Coldplay at 5am? Bitch, please. Your night may have sucked, but you got your room cleaned, your laundry done, and you didn't have to fucking deal with the fallout, so you know what? Sit your ass down and shut the fuck up.
I've only been trying to sleep since 1am...
Sometimes, when I'm feeling melodramatic, I think I'm cursed.
Today feels like one of those days.
Still waiting for the shaking to fully stop. Ah...well. Logic is telling me to find some caffeine and greet the day, however grudgingly, and we'll see how the rest of it goes. I may also have a serious case of PMS going on here.
Widget took food upstairs to the boy's room where Dog 1 already was. Dog 2 followed and because both dogs were hungry (Mums thought I'd fed 2 and I thought she had so of course no one did) they both wanted that plate of... corn.
Things went badly. Widget freaked, the dogs freaked more, and I spent two hours dreading seeing the boy's room (it took awhile to clean up the rest of the house even though the entire fight lasted, literally, five minutes at the MOST and took place exclusively in the boy's room) only to find the boy's room was pretty much spotless. Except for the comforter, which won't fit in our washer. And then Mums mentions a pillowcase or something that neither Widget nor I ever saw.
I do loads of laundry, I spend the night trying not to shake like a leaf because while Widget did a ton of the cleaning and Mums inspected the dogs, someone had to keep their head and not go off like a loon and that person was me. Which is weird because I do not react well in a crisis, people. Remember that.
Anyway. That means no work although I'd fully intended to go in late, but after two hours of clean up and a shower I felt worse... and also I think it would have fucked up my pay to have gone in at that point. Not sure, but I think so. Sooooo... one more reason for big boss to fuss.
To keep from shaking like crazy, I watched Hey Arnold and when that was over, sent Widget to bed and went to read the latest Gallagher Girls book. Which took me to 5am and I was ready to sleep when... the boy returns home and has the music turned up so loud that the house is shaking. Who the fuck blares Coldplay at 5am? Bitch, please. Your night may have sucked, but you got your room cleaned, your laundry done, and you didn't have to fucking deal with the fallout, so you know what? Sit your ass down and shut the fuck up.
I've only been trying to sleep since 1am...
Sometimes, when I'm feeling melodramatic, I think I'm cursed.
Today feels like one of those days.
Still waiting for the shaking to fully stop. Ah...well. Logic is telling me to find some caffeine and greet the day, however grudgingly, and we'll see how the rest of it goes. I may also have a serious case of PMS going on here.