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Today in the futility of Motherhood...
Miss Biscuit did not sleep well last night. Growth spurt or meth addiction? I can't tell. Anyhow sleep was not happening for the two of us. When I did sleep I was having nightmares about living in some house near a cliff and we started having sinkholes and I was trying to save my pet rabbit and there were these asshole neighbors who were trying to encourage these sinkholes and they were all, "yay slide" and they were trying to take my kid to slide down the side of a rocky cliff where there was a giant swelling ocean at the bottom. Jung you can say whatever you want about the symbolism. What it means to me is that I didn't get much sleep.
Miss Biscuit was asleep this morning when I dragged myself away. I thought, "oh yeah I am gonna have me a strong cup of tea and a moment to collect myself." I did have that. A moment. A mother-freaking MOMENT. Senor Onion decided to go and wake his sister up and throw a tantrum to boot.
OMGCHILDRENWHYWHYWHYWHY.
There went that nice cup of tea. And my sanity.
After a moment of internal wailing about how awful life is and if I had the energy I would walk to the nearest body of water and play Virginia Woolf, I cowboy'ed up and got on with things. I fed Miss Biscuit -who also looked as irritated as I did. Eventually people were dressed and calmed. I had a second cup of tea. Sure I had to microwave it because it had gone cold in the time I was busy doing whatever it is I do. The children thanked my good efforts by removing the safety cushion thingie around the hearth of the fireplace. (it is there because the hearth is made of a sort of cement and a prime spot to get a quality head-wound.) Thank you children. I put Miss Biscuit down for a nap. SLEEP CHILD SLEEP. It took some effort as she was very tired but didn't know what to do with herself. Just like Dusty Springfield. Senor Onion somehow managed to stop me from selling him to the gypsies by being quiet and entertaining himself while I took care of his sister. I was slightly worried when there was quiet in the living room. "...wait a second. Something isn't right." He was just sitting there drawing with a pencil. I thanked him for being civilized.
We made pasta dough and baked some brownies. I also labeled the batch of strawberry jam I made yesterday. Queen of preserves that's me.
Father's Day was yesterday wasn't it? It was celebrated in a fashion of some sorts. Mr. Jenner went to his Shakespeare reading group, so he had child-free time. I cooked up some cider-braised pork for dinner and we called it good.
Ah Summer.... It's grey and dark and wet.
Miss Biscuit did not sleep well last night. Growth spurt or meth addiction? I can't tell. Anyhow sleep was not happening for the two of us. When I did sleep I was having nightmares about living in some house near a cliff and we started having sinkholes and I was trying to save my pet rabbit and there were these asshole neighbors who were trying to encourage these sinkholes and they were all, "yay slide" and they were trying to take my kid to slide down the side of a rocky cliff where there was a giant swelling ocean at the bottom. Jung you can say whatever you want about the symbolism. What it means to me is that I didn't get much sleep.
Miss Biscuit was asleep this morning when I dragged myself away. I thought, "oh yeah I am gonna have me a strong cup of tea and a moment to collect myself." I did have that. A moment. A mother-freaking MOMENT. Senor Onion decided to go and wake his sister up and throw a tantrum to boot.
OMGCHILDRENWHYWHYWHYWHY.
There went that nice cup of tea. And my sanity.
After a moment of internal wailing about how awful life is and if I had the energy I would walk to the nearest body of water and play Virginia Woolf, I cowboy'ed up and got on with things. I fed Miss Biscuit -who also looked as irritated as I did. Eventually people were dressed and calmed. I had a second cup of tea. Sure I had to microwave it because it had gone cold in the time I was busy doing whatever it is I do. The children thanked my good efforts by removing the safety cushion thingie around the hearth of the fireplace. (it is there because the hearth is made of a sort of cement and a prime spot to get a quality head-wound.) Thank you children. I put Miss Biscuit down for a nap. SLEEP CHILD SLEEP. It took some effort as she was very tired but didn't know what to do with herself. Just like Dusty Springfield. Senor Onion somehow managed to stop me from selling him to the gypsies by being quiet and entertaining himself while I took care of his sister. I was slightly worried when there was quiet in the living room. "...wait a second. Something isn't right." He was just sitting there drawing with a pencil. I thanked him for being civilized.
We made pasta dough and baked some brownies. I also labeled the batch of strawberry jam I made yesterday. Queen of preserves that's me.
Father's Day was yesterday wasn't it? It was celebrated in a fashion of some sorts. Mr. Jenner went to his Shakespeare reading group, so he had child-free time. I cooked up some cider-braised pork for dinner and we called it good.
Ah Summer.... It's grey and dark and wet.
