I am off work today owing to a braaanes deficit. Last night was really special. Neo had peed on the bed yesterday afternoon, down his own leg and actually into
redcountess's breakfast cereal. (So now we know who pissed in her cornflakes.) So she exhausted herself putting that lot on to wash and tidying the kitchen.
I got home and set the rest on to wash, set up the quilt and the fan heater to dry, fed the kitties, made dinner, found the bucket the kitties had crapped in last week, cleaned it, changed their litter tray, poured vodka through the cushion the kitties had pissed on last week (drycleaning for the exceedingly cheaparsed), helped Liz have a bath and wash her hair, changed the sheets and pillow cases ... then Neo pissed on the freshly-changed bedding too. He was so out of it. Stripped the bed again, asked
arkady to take Neo to the vet tomorrow if needed.
Then the carbon monoxide detector started beeping.
Turn off boiler, open bathroom window wide. CO detector keeps beeping. CO detector goes continuous. What the fuck. Assume broken CO detector, keep boiler off just in case. Switch off CO detector, shut bathroom door. Finally collapse around 1am in to-be-exceedingly-cold bedroom.
We woke up this morning alive, not dead and without pink blood and congested red faces (though rather cold), so I think we can assume the CO detector was on the blink. I've left the boiler off and made two calls to the agent to fix it NOW pls kthx, and I might make a third soon. Neo is considerably less groggy — he was active enough to paw Liz's face for food at 5:30am and to try to steal Madam's when I did feed them — so we'll hold off on the vet for now. One emergency at a time.
fuuuuuuuuuck. I claim my morning cigarette. A triple vodka with a side order of heroin wouldn't go down too badly either.
I so need a job working from home. One of my co-workers, a VME admin, has the Best Gig I've Ever Heard Of. He moved from Surrey to Weymouth, forty miles away, so resigned; the bosses went "oh shite!" (who on Earth knows VME?) and begged him to please stay on and telecommute. So he dials in four days a week and pops in one. Still gets London weighting too. Everyone is exceedingly happy with this arrangement.
Human children are supposed to be worse than this, right? Though you don't have to have their balls off, and you have a few years to worry about the local tomcats.
Update: Neo is pretty mobile today, unlike yesterday, following me around the house meowing at me. "Dad, get this thing off me!" Awww :-) And Madam and Neo keep trying to touch noses but can't with the buckets on. "Are you my brother?"
Update 2: Just spoke to a human at the agent's and they should have someone around today. And Neo just successfully used the litter tray of his own accord!
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Date: 2006-01-12 10:24 am (UTC)Yesterday Marcus was apparently running around like a dervish on speed refusing to use his potty so dave had to put him in nappies, he pulled all his clothes out of his cupboard so he could sit in it and then kept roaring like a monster/lion!
By the time I got in from work he was all chilled again but Jadzia was being a bitch still and was grounded due to food wars being re-established and MAtthew was grunting as eloquently as ever!
This morning Jadzia remembers about homework she needed to hand in so there I am at 7am after about 6 hours sleep helping her play with numbers! Marcus actually did not get up until 2 mins before i was due to leave but Mattie despite being up for an hour was still running late!
The other day Jadzia and Marcus were sharing a bath and flooded the bathroom that badly we had water running down the dining room walls..that was a mad dash to get towels down in the bathroom and move bookcases away from the wall!
So yeah kids are hassle:))
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Date: 2006-01-12 10:31 am (UTC)Mind you, my two are rather well-behaved specimens, so maybe he has a not-entirely-accurate idea of what parenthood is really like....
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Date: 2006-01-12 10:32 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-01-12 10:35 am (UTC)They ain't bad kids and my eldest has finally got his head on straight and has now stopped stealing for the sake of it (he just wanted the stuff and didn't wanty to part with his cash or save for it) and has pulled up his grades dramatically..but they defianately aint angels, they do behave well when out and about which is always good and I don't have tantrumns at the checkout fortunately as that leads them to NOT being allowed to go shopping!