Not feeling my best today - tired, hormonal and on the edge.
Fed up with living like a refugee - the benches were fitted OK on Friday (a day late) but when the electrician came at the crack of nothing yesterday morning he wasn't able to do much because the wall has not been replaced behind where the oven will go and behind the stove. Also, the cupboard for the microwave hasn't been replaced. The kitchen company are apologetic but are waiting on parts, apparently. (More pics will be added to photostream when I can get the uploading thing to work again - more frustration)
Tired - Ishbel had two friends staying yesterday and overnight. My biggest worry during the day was that three would prove to be a crowd and that at some point during the day someone would be on the outer. This didn't eventuate and all three girls had a lovely day. The problem came at bed time. Ishbel now has a bunk in her room so we had two beds but when I brought out one of the boys' blow up camping mattresses none of the three wanted to put up their hands to sleep on it. So I told Ishbel that as the hostess it was her duty. With that she burst out crying, saying she was frightened of sleeping on the floor because of what might be under the bed. I said there were no monsters under the bed; there's no blumming room for them there with all the junk! I pulled the mattress off the bed and put it beside the camping mattress and said there, she'd have company on the floor. On she wailed. I lost it and stomped off to bed myself.
Read myself to sleep. Tossed and turned and was woken about 11:30 by the girls, jumping out of bed in concrete boots (it sounded like). Upstairs to tell them off. Back in bed to listen to Ian snoring.
About midnight a dog started howling. It sounded like it was in pain or something. Anyway, this was the cue for all the dogs in our neighbourhood (and there seems to be a yappy dog in every other back garden in this cul-de-sac alone!) to take up howling too, including Bella in the laundry. It was like the scene in 101 Dalmations when the dogs start barking that the puppies are gone. That went on and off for about 15 minutes then there were sirens going.
Finally the noise stopped outside but Ian snored on and at after 12:30 I could hear the elephants upstairs again and went to tell them off. "What?" was Ian's helpful response. I finally fell asleep again to be rudely woken at nothing o'clock by what sounded like a helicopter outside.
And I've just realised I've got a hair appointment booked for next Saturday when I'm supposed to be at brunch in Leura for my book group.
And it's December tomorrow.
Bah!
Fed up with living like a refugee - the benches were fitted OK on Friday (a day late) but when the electrician came at the crack of nothing yesterday morning he wasn't able to do much because the wall has not been replaced behind where the oven will go and behind the stove. Also, the cupboard for the microwave hasn't been replaced. The kitchen company are apologetic but are waiting on parts, apparently. (More pics will be added to photostream when I can get the uploading thing to work again - more frustration)
Tired - Ishbel had two friends staying yesterday and overnight. My biggest worry during the day was that three would prove to be a crowd and that at some point during the day someone would be on the outer. This didn't eventuate and all three girls had a lovely day. The problem came at bed time. Ishbel now has a bunk in her room so we had two beds but when I brought out one of the boys' blow up camping mattresses none of the three wanted to put up their hands to sleep on it. So I told Ishbel that as the hostess it was her duty. With that she burst out crying, saying she was frightened of sleeping on the floor because of what might be under the bed. I said there were no monsters under the bed; there's no blumming room for them there with all the junk! I pulled the mattress off the bed and put it beside the camping mattress and said there, she'd have company on the floor. On she wailed. I lost it and stomped off to bed myself.
Read myself to sleep. Tossed and turned and was woken about 11:30 by the girls, jumping out of bed in concrete boots (it sounded like). Upstairs to tell them off. Back in bed to listen to Ian snoring.
About midnight a dog started howling. It sounded like it was in pain or something. Anyway, this was the cue for all the dogs in our neighbourhood (and there seems to be a yappy dog in every other back garden in this cul-de-sac alone!) to take up howling too, including Bella in the laundry. It was like the scene in 101 Dalmations when the dogs start barking that the puppies are gone. That went on and off for about 15 minutes then there were sirens going.
Finally the noise stopped outside but Ian snored on and at after 12:30 I could hear the elephants upstairs again and went to tell them off. "What?" was Ian's helpful response. I finally fell asleep again to be rudely woken at nothing o'clock by what sounded like a helicopter outside.
And I've just realised I've got a hair appointment booked for next Saturday when I'm supposed to be at brunch in Leura for my book group.
And it's December tomorrow.
Bah!
2 comments:
Oh dear, kitchen firms are the same the world over. Hope you get it fixed in time for Christmas. Probably the reason for your depression. It will lift when you get sorted out.
Sink and dishwasher in this morning. Feeling better already.
Have got used to the refugee kitchen though - took a few minutes to remember I could rinse the pasta in the sink & that I didn't have to put the colander over the drain in the patio!
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