the rest of teh interwebs has gone to bed, hasn’t it? I’m all alone, just me and the washing up and the toys all around the floor. and quiet.
The quiet is nice. The toy strewn devastation of a living room, not so good. And I daren’t even think about the kitchen. Which needs to be dealt with before I go to bed as Tim has a breakfast meeting and so won’t be able to deal with it in the morning.
Humph.
I could do with today being over. I know it is, in terms of elapsed hours, but as I’m still awake it still counts as Thursday in my head.
It hasn’t been a good Thursday. It should have started well, in that I dragged myself out of the house for my run, but my run itself didn’t go well. I kept moving faster than a walk on the circuit (0.438 miles, thanks for asking) but barely faster. In fact it was the slowest circuit in almost three weeks. Not good.
And maybe that was what set my mood. That and the rain. What’s with the rain? Honestly, there are ppl out there looking for trees to build arks. It’s just been relentless. And we’ve friends arriving for the weekend tomorrow who are planning on camping in the garden. Although given that we *still* haven’t managed a dry window to get the Montana down, they could use that instead.
Except the cat has been using that. I don’t know how he got the door open (didn’t think cats could do zips) and he’s been sleeping inside. Given that he is infested with fleas this is not good. Actually no, it’s not fleas that are his problem, it’s harvest mites. And maybe they don’t eat ppl, so maybe the tent will be alright.
The cat isn’t. He’s been looking a bit threadworn for a few days, so I arranged a vet appt, and went to catch him. It’s ages since I’ve cuddled him – he tends not to come near me now that soa is mobile and pulls his tail – and I didn’t realise what a state he’s in. According to the vet he has a systemic allergic reaction, probably to the harvest mites as she didn’t find any flea dirt. Poor thing. Hopefully the steroids and antibiotics will sort him out, and I must keep up the frontline from now on.
So I felt rather bad about that.
And then, having grumped my way through most of the day, we had major mummy patience fail at bedtime. I was trying to do the dishes while the baby was still happy in her chair and the other two were dismantling the den they’d made in the bedroom (they had to dismantle it to go to bed, they’d used all their bedding making it!) and it turned out that it was only Big dismantling while Small refused to get involved and you can imagine how that went. And I shouted at them and that made the baby cry and oh, I felt like such a bad mummy 🙁
This was not a good day to stick to the no chocolate in the house rule. Particularly as it seems likely that my 9 month holiday from periods is wearing off (quite surprised it’s lasted this long tbh, expected them to return when soa started solids) and I’ve felt bloated, achy and hormonal for the last couple of days.
Ah well. Tomorrow is another day and all that. Here’s hoping for a better one.
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