What didn't happen this weekend?
Not much.
We lost the internet this weekend and ignored it since it was probably weather and sattellite issues but it did seem worse than usual. When the internet hadn't come back by Mon. AM Brian spent 1/2 hr on the phone w/ someone in Mumbai going through a checklist of things Brian had already done/tried/etc... Finally they agreed to schedule a service call. A few hours later the service people call and let me know the problem is THE SATELLITE WE'RE AIMED AT HAS BURNED OUT ALL ITS PHOTO CELLS AND OF COURSE WE HAVE NO SERVICE SINCE WE'RE TRYING TO RECEIVE AND SEND FROM A HUNK OF SPACE LITTER!!!
Why thank you so much for letting me know in advance, letting me know when it happened, flagging my account # in your database so the person in Mumbai could have skipped the "Have you checked the plug?" routine. And given this lovely customer service from a monopoly... Likely, even w/o a monopoly cust. service would be the same. Sigh.
The boys have been cutting their own hair, "To get ready for summer." Perry also decided, "Eyebrows aren't good for anything." You'd think someone with a buzz cut and a pair of child safety scissors couldn't cut their hair much shorter. You'd be wrong.
We broke a glass on the back deck after dinner last night. Nothing like the combination of tired children, bleeding child, wood, doors, and hot tubs. Oh, and then there's the bit where Perry is screaming about the cut on his foot which was bleeding but didn't seem too bad from the other side of the broken glass - always nice to jump over barefoot 'cause you're in a hurry - and rubbing his sticky face/eyes w/ his hands and I can see pieces of glass on his face/hands.
Here's a lovely parenting challenge by yourself get a bleeding overtired obstinate child to stop rubbing their face w/ their hands long enough for you to go inside and get a wet towel to get the glass off of them when there are no other adults around. (Dear sometimerose that would be the bit where I thought the pay scale for this job was questionable. I've since decided that is more than acceptable.)
Beast w/ no brain has both left urine and feces on the carpet today. Unsure how he pulled the one off as he was in his crate in another room the entire time before the new wet spot showed up on the carpet.
I think there were a few more adventures but I'm not sure anymore.
To sum up yesterday, "Some aspects of parenting can only be salved w/ generous applications of alcohol and sugar."
We lost the internet this weekend and ignored it since it was probably weather and sattellite issues but it did seem worse than usual. When the internet hadn't come back by Mon. AM Brian spent 1/2 hr on the phone w/ someone in Mumbai going through a checklist of things Brian had already done/tried/etc... Finally they agreed to schedule a service call. A few hours later the service people call and let me know the problem is THE SATELLITE WE'RE AIMED AT HAS BURNED OUT ALL ITS PHOTO CELLS AND OF COURSE WE HAVE NO SERVICE SINCE WE'RE TRYING TO RECEIVE AND SEND FROM A HUNK OF SPACE LITTER!!!
Why thank you so much for letting me know in advance, letting me know when it happened, flagging my account # in your database so the person in Mumbai could have skipped the "Have you checked the plug?" routine. And given this lovely customer service from a monopoly... Likely, even w/o a monopoly cust. service would be the same. Sigh.
The boys have been cutting their own hair, "To get ready for summer." Perry also decided, "Eyebrows aren't good for anything." You'd think someone with a buzz cut and a pair of child safety scissors couldn't cut their hair much shorter. You'd be wrong.
We broke a glass on the back deck after dinner last night. Nothing like the combination of tired children, bleeding child, wood, doors, and hot tubs. Oh, and then there's the bit where Perry is screaming about the cut on his foot which was bleeding but didn't seem too bad from the other side of the broken glass - always nice to jump over barefoot 'cause you're in a hurry - and rubbing his sticky face/eyes w/ his hands and I can see pieces of glass on his face/hands.
Here's a lovely parenting challenge by yourself get a bleeding overtired obstinate child to stop rubbing their face w/ their hands long enough for you to go inside and get a wet towel to get the glass off of them when there are no other adults around. (Dear sometimerose that would be the bit where I thought the pay scale for this job was questionable. I've since decided that is more than acceptable.)
Beast w/ no brain has both left urine and feces on the carpet today. Unsure how he pulled the one off as he was in his crate in another room the entire time before the new wet spot showed up on the carpet.
I think there were a few more adventures but I'm not sure anymore.
To sum up yesterday, "Some aspects of parenting can only be salved w/ generous applications of alcohol and sugar."