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Today I win for not killing anyone/anything. Points to me.
Went to bed a bit too late last night for sanity and found out that, at some point during the day, my cat had puked all over my bed. Luckily, I found out before I got into bed, and so saved myself from an early-morning shower. After I'd gotten my bed things thrown into the washing machine and re-made my bed with non-vomit laden bed things, I promptly fell asleep and had one of my recurring nightmares; it's been a month or two, so I suppose I was due. I was woken up about four hours after I fell asleep by my cat yowling outside in the hall. So. Four hours sleep, pissed off at the cat, battling a pre-migraine.
This would, of course, be the weekend my parents left, so it's just me and my kid sister around. Said kid sister who is grouchy, whiny, cranky, and prone to bursting out in tears at any given opportunity. After a slow start, we finally hit our stride around ten this morning, went out Christmas shopping, out for lunch, out to the library, out driving around playing music really loud. We came home, and I proceded to have a mini-freak out because no 'net access, no LJ, Sarah being frustrating, me being frustrated and tired and cranky and headachy, and it took about half an hour for us both to calm down, her thanks to dinner, me thanks to copious amounts of painkillers.
Cat puked again. Killed three spiders. Had Sarah take a shower and wash her hair, and then bundled her up in her PJs and a Gryffindor bobble-hat for a DQ run. Watched forty minutes of My Little Pony. Cat started yowling again. Realised all of my bed things are still in the washer and, upon taking out the blanket, realised it's still crusty with cat vomit. How this happened, I have no idea, as eveything else is clean. Resigned myself to another night with a thinner duvet. At some point the internet came back, and LJ came back, and now Sarah's in bed. Thankfully, she went with a smile. All told, she only cried once today, she's done all of her homework and some extra reading beside, she's eaten marginally healthy, and I got her to order her own food at the restaurant, so I think that's me for the win.
Seriously, everyone out there with kids? Props to you. I can't do it. I am not made for this.
Went to bed a bit too late last night for sanity and found out that, at some point during the day, my cat had puked all over my bed. Luckily, I found out before I got into bed, and so saved myself from an early-morning shower. After I'd gotten my bed things thrown into the washing machine and re-made my bed with non-vomit laden bed things, I promptly fell asleep and had one of my recurring nightmares; it's been a month or two, so I suppose I was due. I was woken up about four hours after I fell asleep by my cat yowling outside in the hall. So. Four hours sleep, pissed off at the cat, battling a pre-migraine.
This would, of course, be the weekend my parents left, so it's just me and my kid sister around. Said kid sister who is grouchy, whiny, cranky, and prone to bursting out in tears at any given opportunity. After a slow start, we finally hit our stride around ten this morning, went out Christmas shopping, out for lunch, out to the library, out driving around playing music really loud. We came home, and I proceded to have a mini-freak out because no 'net access, no LJ, Sarah being frustrating, me being frustrated and tired and cranky and headachy, and it took about half an hour for us both to calm down, her thanks to dinner, me thanks to copious amounts of painkillers.
Cat puked again. Killed three spiders. Had Sarah take a shower and wash her hair, and then bundled her up in her PJs and a Gryffindor bobble-hat for a DQ run. Watched forty minutes of My Little Pony. Cat started yowling again. Realised all of my bed things are still in the washer and, upon taking out the blanket, realised it's still crusty with cat vomit. How this happened, I have no idea, as eveything else is clean. Resigned myself to another night with a thinner duvet. At some point the internet came back, and LJ came back, and now Sarah's in bed. Thankfully, she went with a smile. All told, she only cried once today, she's done all of her homework and some extra reading beside, she's eaten marginally healthy, and I got her to order her own food at the restaurant, so I think that's me for the win.
Seriously, everyone out there with kids? Props to you. I can't do it. I am not made for this.