Woke at 07:00 kept the curtains shut to stop the sun melting my face, walked around like a zombie looking for the elixir of life (coffee as I like to call it) Swearing at the phone every time it rang and wishing I could have a day off having days off!
I had grand plans of going to our local veggie market it would have been my first venture out but after giving it careful consideration i decided it wasn’t worth the risk, having hunkered down for nearly two weeks it would be crazy to risk everything to save a fiver on my veg!
Homeschooling well what a different day! He woke in a good mood but then he always does sure I have mummy goggles but he’s a superstar….well up until the afternoon! Anyway compared to yesterday’s shitfest this was great he read quite a difficult book then wrote his own story based on it, I hardly helped, except trying to explain a Roman Emperor wouldn’t be married to a baker but he pointed out it was his story! He drew a picture to go with his story, wrote his diary and did his spellings. We put a Time team special about Dover Castle on for his project research and wrote a little about the history, keen to end on a good note we called it a day so went gardening for the rest of the day.
I skipped breakfast but the kids had cereal, lunch was the connoisseurs choice, tined spaghetti on toast with grated cheese……hmm lovely! As requested there was a change of menu for dinner which meant I made a lasagna, now I don’t mean to brag but my lasagna is the dogs dooh dahs and accompanied with my homemade garlic bread there’s nothing my lot would rather eat but bye eck did we tuck away the carbs and tomorrow won’t be any better with bacon pudding lined up!
Didn’t watch the news at all because let’s face it, it’s only going to be bad news instead I did a Time Team marathon followed by The Scorpion King, bit of an cold bucket of water feeling when I realised Giz and I watched that about 18 years ago when he weighed about 5 stone more and I weighed about 5 stone less, I’d like to say we loved each other then but I’m pretty sure it’s been an endurance test from the start that neither of us wants to be the first to break, it’s fair to say he gets on my tits but he’s very handy at lifting heavy objects, getting the lids off Jam jars and he does make me laugh when he’s not being a dick!
Fabianism of the day was “Aquahole” and “Aquaholic” and his use of this was even funnier than the word, “Jesus was an aquaholic because he drank wine” I did my best to explain that everyone drank wine and beer then as the water wasn’t clean but this just lead to “so everyone was drunk and aquaholics” ……time for a change of subject me thinks!
00:01 Time for bed Giz is off tomorrow and I will need all my strength with three children at home!
01:30 Fat chance of any sleep, I was woken by Lola (my tiny broken chihuahua) growling very loudly, after telling her to shut up several times I got up to see why she was so angsty with the other dogs to find her guarding some chocolate orange segments, god knows how she got it off the table, my best guess is one of the cats was trying to kill her. It didn’t look like any were chewed so I cleared them up and tried to go back to sleep but no then she started gagging so panic set in, none of my horrible lot would wake up so I rang my friend who consulted Dr Google, the result from this saw me standing in the kitchen at 2am trying to work out how many segments are in a chocolate orange with a calculator and then trying to put my bemused chihuahua on the kitchen scales but she kept sliding out of the bowl so I stuck her in a saucepan on the scales this was more effective. Now knowing her weight I could calculate how much chocolate it would take to poison her if she had indeed eaten any, I concluded she probably hadn’t and she definitely wouldn’t have had enough to kill her but totally paranoid gave her some lasagna to try and make her poop quicker….. I love my life!
Life but not as we know it 