"I saw you there, just standing there
And I thought I was only dreaming yeah
I kissed you then, then once again
You said you would come and dance with me
Dance with me across the sea
And we could feel the motion of a thousand dreams
Oh, Doctor, doctor, can't you see I'm burning, burning
Oh, Doctor, doctor, is this love I'm feeling?"
Eeeee - uber trashy 80s song I just found! Mwahahahaha =)
Anyway.
My sister and my niece are here. In short order I have been asked to magic up face creams, antibiotics, phone chargers, light bulbs, and have been asked if tomorrow I could not only look after all day but also bath, manicure and hair-dress my niece. *sigh*
As if to redress the balance, I have been given a stick of coca-cola lip balm my niece stole from a shop, and a camisole that is too small for Katie. Nice though this is I doubt they will be adequate compensation for the days to come =P
I sound mean.
Of course I do. And unless you have actually met my sister, you won't be able to judge how harsh or reasonable I'm being, so will likely go for the default 'oooh, family troubles - it's all still childhood squabbles, isn't it?'
I will offer up these truths, for whatever they're worth.
1) My sister is capable of being thrice as generous and trice as forgiving as I ever have been or ever will be.
2) My sister will not be advised. She knows best. And when she is wrong (which, shock-horror, she frequently is) it's someone else's fault. Shuttup.
3) My sister isn't stupid. She can be startlingly savvy and incredibly ballsy. But she has no Mauvaise Foi. Which, for those who haven't read and bitched at Satre, basically means that this time (ALWAYS) she thinks it could be different. So what my father has always laid down the law according to XYZ? So what that none of us have ever ABC'd? So what if we all snigger at LMNOP? This time, when she does it, it's different. And so we should magically be different too.... She is always so surprised and hurt and vexed when we're not. Like I said, lovely girl, better than me in many ways. But I've never in my life encountered anyone who remained so blindly - blithely - solipsistic as she.
Okay, I'll try very hard to stop complaining now. Grouchy Corvid.
Oh - oh - it was ten thirty and my 3y old niece still wasn't in bed and was being a baggage. I told her all about the monster that lived under the cracks in the kitchen floor again. Specifically I told her why she had the cot with the netting and the bars - it was to make it monster-proof so she couldn't get eaten.
Delilah's eyes got very wide and she went very quiet. "I think I'd like to go to bed now," she said.
I am a very bad aunt =( I don't like telling mean stories to sprogs to make them go to bed. I'd far rather they had nice stories and then went of their own volition.
*sigh* Oh well. Tomorrow I've been promised a real fictitious detective by train. My father is in London. Katie is off visiting Ben's brother in prison. I have charge of Delilah. I shall introduce himself and my niece. And possibly Emmy and some others as well. Lalalalala.
I really am a very very bad aunt.
I kissed you then, then once again
You said you would come and dance with me
Dance with me across the sea
And we could feel the motion of a thousand dreams
Oh, Doctor, doctor, can't you see I'm burning, burning
Oh, Doctor, doctor, is this love I'm feeling?"
Eeeee - uber trashy 80s song I just found! Mwahahahaha =)
Anyway.
My sister and my niece are here. In short order I have been asked to magic up face creams, antibiotics, phone chargers, light bulbs, and have been asked if tomorrow I could not only look after all day but also bath, manicure and hair-dress my niece. *sigh*
As if to redress the balance, I have been given a stick of coca-cola lip balm my niece stole from a shop, and a camisole that is too small for Katie. Nice though this is I doubt they will be adequate compensation for the days to come =P
I sound mean.
Of course I do. And unless you have actually met my sister, you won't be able to judge how harsh or reasonable I'm being, so will likely go for the default 'oooh, family troubles - it's all still childhood squabbles, isn't it?'
I will offer up these truths, for whatever they're worth.
1) My sister is capable of being thrice as generous and trice as forgiving as I ever have been or ever will be.
2) My sister will not be advised. She knows best. And when she is wrong (which, shock-horror, she frequently is) it's someone else's fault. Shuttup.
3) My sister isn't stupid. She can be startlingly savvy and incredibly ballsy. But she has no Mauvaise Foi. Which, for those who haven't read and bitched at Satre, basically means that this time (ALWAYS) she thinks it could be different. So what my father has always laid down the law according to XYZ? So what that none of us have ever ABC'd? So what if we all snigger at LMNOP? This time, when she does it, it's different. And so we should magically be different too.... She is always so surprised and hurt and vexed when we're not. Like I said, lovely girl, better than me in many ways. But I've never in my life encountered anyone who remained so blindly - blithely - solipsistic as she.
Okay, I'll try very hard to stop complaining now. Grouchy Corvid.
Oh - oh - it was ten thirty and my 3y old niece still wasn't in bed and was being a baggage. I told her all about the monster that lived under the cracks in the kitchen floor again. Specifically I told her why she had the cot with the netting and the bars - it was to make it monster-proof so she couldn't get eaten.
Delilah's eyes got very wide and she went very quiet. "I think I'd like to go to bed now," she said.
I am a very bad aunt =( I don't like telling mean stories to sprogs to make them go to bed. I'd far rather they had nice stories and then went of their own volition.
*sigh* Oh well. Tomorrow I've been promised a real fictitious detective by train. My father is in London. Katie is off visiting Ben's brother in prison. I have charge of Delilah. I shall introduce himself and my niece. And possibly Emmy and some others as well. Lalalalala.
I really am a very very bad aunt.