And just to tell you partially why I'm so grumpy...
Had to take three out of four cats to the vet for shots, cortisone treatments (flea allergies) and in one case, worming. This meant getting up and taking the Hubby to work so I could have the car, which put me in a sleepy mode all day. The cats are not the most cooperative about this (especially Tika!) though listening to them complaining in three-part harmony was funny. We've got antibiotic for poor Cotton, who hates it. Three out of four also have new collars (or at least, they will once we get Ink Jet inside to put his on). Callie goes tomorrow to the mobile vet for her shots; it's far, far cheaper than the regular vet! Another morning of getting up early and staying up.
Boy #2 has a friend over for the night. The friend is fine; he's a polite young man who I like. But they were up until 11:30 playing the PS2 (this was after DVBS ended). That's too late, and I had to tell them it was time to stop.
One of Boy #1's friends called him... at 11:20 p.m.! I told him that it was too late to call, and truthfully, he was lucky to find Boy #1 up and about. I hope I got through to him about not calling after 10 p.m. - I originally thought it was some kind of emergency!
And... Boy #1 has just gone to bed - a little after midnight. He took a shower after the phone call and wanted to wash some clothes! I'm beginning to despair of getting this crew back on a normal schedule come August. I know part of the fault is mine, but they do know better and these late nights really take their toll on Boy #2. And going to bed doesn't actually mean going to sleep... sigh.
Hubby spent a few hours out and about when I sent him for milk, even going to Barnes and Noble! Fortunately, unlike yesterday, when a trip to the library lasted until nearly nine, he was home early enough for us to have dinner before the DVBS bus came to collect Boy #2. First eight-hour day in about three weeks, I think.
So, there you go. As they say, when mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy!
Boy #2 has a friend over for the night. The friend is fine; he's a polite young man who I like. But they were up until 11:30 playing the PS2 (this was after DVBS ended). That's too late, and I had to tell them it was time to stop.
One of Boy #1's friends called him... at 11:20 p.m.! I told him that it was too late to call, and truthfully, he was lucky to find Boy #1 up and about. I hope I got through to him about not calling after 10 p.m. - I originally thought it was some kind of emergency!
And... Boy #1 has just gone to bed - a little after midnight. He took a shower after the phone call and wanted to wash some clothes! I'm beginning to despair of getting this crew back on a normal schedule come August. I know part of the fault is mine, but they do know better and these late nights really take their toll on Boy #2. And going to bed doesn't actually mean going to sleep... sigh.
Hubby spent a few hours out and about when I sent him for milk, even going to Barnes and Noble! Fortunately, unlike yesterday, when a trip to the library lasted until nearly nine, he was home early enough for us to have dinner before the DVBS bus came to collect Boy #2. First eight-hour day in about three weeks, I think.
So, there you go. As they say, when mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy!