two for one (my email reply to Cat)

Hi

Hows it with you?

Just riding through the tiredness here...the work days itself are fine, it's the at home times that are hard!

Yesterday was a bit of a mare..

I tided up lunch dishes after having a mid afternoon snooze on the couch  to make room for dinner and during this Boots came running in to tell me that the puppy had just done a "giant poo" in the lounge! But not to worry because he did it on an old school notice on the floor. Yay!!! I took one look at it and it was HUGE, like he must have eaten something naughty and it was not working with him, so I picked up the paper to take outside and because my hands were wet and there was a heap of poo which was heavy for the paper it ripped and splattered EVERYWHERE....

So I cried.
heaps.
I had no idea how to clean it up.

Our (newish) washing machine is at the shop so I knew I couldn't clean my dirty towels after either.

so I cried HEAPS more
and swore lots
and just kept crying
and no one helped me
so I swore more

Then Belle arrived home from her friends house, with her friends Dad who I suspect I have already made an idiot of myself in front of one time when she wanted to have a sleep over there so she just dialled up their phone number, asked for the Dad telling him I wanted to speak to him, gave the phone to me, I had no idea what was going on, had just walked through the door, she had only played there once so was in no way ready to go there for a sleepover as we hardly know the family and when the penny dropped I had to tell him sorry but Belle had called without my permission, then tired to laugh it off the next day when I saw the parents at school, they actually didn't recognise me because I had no make up on and looked positively frightful and they were really confused then, so I laughed it off and it sounds no where near as bad as it was, but it was not cool, and I felt like a super dork.
So there.
And now, again, he most likely heard me howling like a freak as he rang the door bell right next to the open window and was greeted to the foul stench when Gooseman answered the door. Argh

So then I ordered Gooseman to go the supermarket and get me some cleaning products.
yeah I'm nice like that under pressure.

While he was gone I poured a tall glass of wine, not even in a wine glass, just in a really tall regular drinking glass.
Classy.

He came home armed with cleaning lotions and potions and a hired rug doctor cleaner thingiee from the supermarket and $96 poorer...

But he then proceeded to wash the carpets.
Woohoo Gooseman.
My actual hero.
It's amazing how clean washed nice smelling carpets can change your entire outlook on life,
for at least ten minutes anyway.
During this cleaning process, I was busily vaccumming ahead of Gooseman washing, the kids moaned to be fed, constantly.
I managed to whip up some kid dinner
though despite it being 6:20 pm I was missing a kid...
Newsboy had left around 4 hours earlier to go "scootering" with his friend and I hadn't heard from him since!
I sent Neb over to the school grounds to look for him.
He came back Newsboy less

Thankfully my unclassy wine had sat on the bench basically untouched so I piled my 3 remaining children into the car and went on a hunt for Newsboy.
We found him at 7:05pm.
Awesome.

Got home
began making chicken spinach pasta for us who hadn't eaten yet and the chicken which had been in the fridge waiting for obviously a couple of days too many smelt baaaad so had to throw it out.
I'm a little phobic of chicken and smells.
Always better to be safe than vomiting.

I started to defrost some out of the freezer. I accidentally ended up boiling it in the microwave doing that.
Take three.
Success. finally.

I'm cooking, quickly and I hear a blood curdling shriek from the toilet....

Belle is the type of kid who runs around everywhere she goes and only stops once she's run into a wall or fallen over her own feet. Last night as she danced her way to the loo she ended up catching her toe under the toilet door OUCH! during this manoeuvre she shat her pants.

I have no washing machine and serious chicken hands.
and a bleeding crying child.

Gooseman is still cleaning carpet with his ipod in oblivious to it all
Puppy walks inside and pees on the newly washed carpet..

How was your Sunday?

Love and light crazy house
Widge xo