13 April, 2011
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R. Linda:
So, back to last week. I feel I need to revisit the insanity that was me own upon arrival home with the two boyos. After a weekend and then some, pet sitting, putting someone else's pet down and getting another one diagnosed with a fatal disease. Yes, it was a nightmarish scenario, for if I had known these would be my duties and not standing by me father-in-law's hospital bed, holding his hand, well, maybe not THAT, but lending me support in his mending from too few bacteria in his colon, then I'd have stayed the hell home. But as with everything concerning me in-laws, this was to be expected, and stupid me didn't see it coming. Well, who would I'd like to know?
Anyway, upon me entering into me home, travel-worn and weary, not trusting meself to drive any further, I got us into the house and was all set to unpack . . . like the next day, when O'Hare pipes up that he's hungry. I looked in the cupboard and fridge, and there was nothing to be had. That meant going out and getting something; indeed, I was too knackered to drive. I found two old fudgesicles and gave both those with the promise that as soon as they were consumed, we'd head to McDonald's.
They were okay with that until O'Hare took a few licks and decided, "This tasteses yucky."
"Eat it," I muttered, lying on the sofa, covering me eyes with my arm.
He shrugged his little shoulders and set about eating the frozen fudgesicle. He'd occasionally make faces, and Guido would laugh uncontrollably at the antics while I sighed and tried to settle meself for a quick nap. But that wasn't going to happen. I was half fading off when a cold, gooey drop of fudgesicle and drool hit my face. I looked up at a smiling Guido standing over me with a dripping fudgesicle and drooling mouth. My short nap wasn't going to happen, but luckily, I was saved by Lois, who had come over to feed the animals.
She could see I was worn out. She offered to run out and get the Mickey D's, but O'Hare kept changing his mind about what he wanted, so we decided if Lois would drive, we'd all go. So off we went. After sitting at the selection menu in the drive-thru for what seemed like an eternity, the boyos (well, the one boyo) finally decided he wanted a Big Mac with fries, McFlurry, and the whole nine yards. The other one only eats cheeseburgers, so that was easy. Lois wanted a bacon cheeseburger and I ordered two cheeseburgers (hold the cheese on both). We get the order, I check it, everything is there and off we go home.
Lois got everything out while I got us all situated around the table. I opened one of me cheeseburgers when I discovered I had a bun, but no meat! I unwrapped the second one, and the same freaking thing! I was livid; by this time, I had worked up my hunger, and there I was with burger-less buns, two of them with no meat, but there was cheese!
"WHO FREAKING DOES THAT?" I shouted, looking through the bags like the burger meat had fallen out. Well, the burgers hadn't made the bag that much was obvious. I swear these fast food places have it in for me. Why? I dunno, but really? Lois was willing to run back out, but I told her I was fine. So, while they ate, I fed the animals since Lois had driven us to Mickey D's instead of her feeding animals. After a short conversation on me father-in-law's health and how me animals behaved while we were gone, Lois set off to her own abode. Me? I went to the freezer and had a yucky fudgesicle. And it WAS yucky.
Finally, the boyos were tired, so I put them to bed, went to me own room and collapsed into sleep fully clothed. At about three in the morning, I hear a wee voice calling me, "Da! Da! Where are ya, DA?" I shook the cobwebs somewhat and got up listening. It sounded like O'Hare, and it sounded like he was OUTSIDE! I flew up and checked his room, but he wasn't there; as I went past Guido's, I glanced in, and he was sleeping, so I bounded down the stairs. I got this cold blast of air as I hit the bottom stairs. The backdoor was wide open. I ran out into the darkness and looked around. There he was, halfway down the backyard. He saw me and started running all in tears and trips, just missing a rock! I went and got him, brushed him off and asked the teary child what he was doing out in the backyard in the middle of the night.
Well, he didn't know. He must have walked in his sleep and wandered the yard looking for me from his dream. Oi, oi, oi! He had managed to unlock the backdoor, but before that, he had managed (in his sleep state) to remove himself from the second floor down the steep flight of stairs! So, with my heart pounding, I put him in bed with me, and everything was fine. The lazy mutts groaned at being disturbed by my reentering the room. The nerve of me! They had been curled up asleep at the foot of the bed and never alerted me of what was happening while I slept, the stupid hounds!
So that was my welcome home to a place we should have felt comfy in. Gave me the chills to think the child was roaming the outdoors at 3 a.m. All kinds of scenarios played out in my sleep that night. O'Hare out in the middle of a highway, you get the idea of all sorts of awful stuff. Since his Mam has been home all has been well. I got a chain lock for the doors, so no more of THAT and a gate for the top of the stairs. I should be totally grey-haired by the time I'm 35. Em . . . do not say it. I know what you are thinking.
Gabe
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R. Linda:
So, back to last week. I feel I need to revisit the insanity that was me own upon arrival home with the two boyos. After a weekend and then some, pet sitting, putting someone else's pet down and getting another one diagnosed with a fatal disease. Yes, it was a nightmarish scenario, for if I had known these would be my duties and not standing by me father-in-law's hospital bed, holding his hand, well, maybe not THAT, but lending me support in his mending from too few bacteria in his colon, then I'd have stayed the hell home. But as with everything concerning me in-laws, this was to be expected, and stupid me didn't see it coming. Well, who would I'd like to know?
Anyway, upon me entering into me home, travel-worn and weary, not trusting meself to drive any further, I got us into the house and was all set to unpack . . . like the next day, when O'Hare pipes up that he's hungry. I looked in the cupboard and fridge, and there was nothing to be had. That meant going out and getting something; indeed, I was too knackered to drive. I found two old fudgesicles and gave both those with the promise that as soon as they were consumed, we'd head to McDonald's.
They were okay with that until O'Hare took a few licks and decided, "This tasteses yucky."
"Eat it," I muttered, lying on the sofa, covering me eyes with my arm.
He shrugged his little shoulders and set about eating the frozen fudgesicle. He'd occasionally make faces, and Guido would laugh uncontrollably at the antics while I sighed and tried to settle meself for a quick nap. But that wasn't going to happen. I was half fading off when a cold, gooey drop of fudgesicle and drool hit my face. I looked up at a smiling Guido standing over me with a dripping fudgesicle and drooling mouth. My short nap wasn't going to happen, but luckily, I was saved by Lois, who had come over to feed the animals.
She could see I was worn out. She offered to run out and get the Mickey D's, but O'Hare kept changing his mind about what he wanted, so we decided if Lois would drive, we'd all go. So off we went. After sitting at the selection menu in the drive-thru for what seemed like an eternity, the boyos (well, the one boyo) finally decided he wanted a Big Mac with fries, McFlurry, and the whole nine yards. The other one only eats cheeseburgers, so that was easy. Lois wanted a bacon cheeseburger and I ordered two cheeseburgers (hold the cheese on both). We get the order, I check it, everything is there and off we go home.
Lois got everything out while I got us all situated around the table. I opened one of me cheeseburgers when I discovered I had a bun, but no meat! I unwrapped the second one, and the same freaking thing! I was livid; by this time, I had worked up my hunger, and there I was with burger-less buns, two of them with no meat, but there was cheese!
"WHO FREAKING DOES THAT?" I shouted, looking through the bags like the burger meat had fallen out. Well, the burgers hadn't made the bag that much was obvious. I swear these fast food places have it in for me. Why? I dunno, but really? Lois was willing to run back out, but I told her I was fine. So, while they ate, I fed the animals since Lois had driven us to Mickey D's instead of her feeding animals. After a short conversation on me father-in-law's health and how me animals behaved while we were gone, Lois set off to her own abode. Me? I went to the freezer and had a yucky fudgesicle. And it WAS yucky.
Finally, the boyos were tired, so I put them to bed, went to me own room and collapsed into sleep fully clothed. At about three in the morning, I hear a wee voice calling me, "Da! Da! Where are ya, DA?" I shook the cobwebs somewhat and got up listening. It sounded like O'Hare, and it sounded like he was OUTSIDE! I flew up and checked his room, but he wasn't there; as I went past Guido's, I glanced in, and he was sleeping, so I bounded down the stairs. I got this cold blast of air as I hit the bottom stairs. The backdoor was wide open. I ran out into the darkness and looked around. There he was, halfway down the backyard. He saw me and started running all in tears and trips, just missing a rock! I went and got him, brushed him off and asked the teary child what he was doing out in the backyard in the middle of the night.
Well, he didn't know. He must have walked in his sleep and wandered the yard looking for me from his dream. Oi, oi, oi! He had managed to unlock the backdoor, but before that, he had managed (in his sleep state) to remove himself from the second floor down the steep flight of stairs! So, with my heart pounding, I put him in bed with me, and everything was fine. The lazy mutts groaned at being disturbed by my reentering the room. The nerve of me! They had been curled up asleep at the foot of the bed and never alerted me of what was happening while I slept, the stupid hounds!
So that was my welcome home to a place we should have felt comfy in. Gave me the chills to think the child was roaming the outdoors at 3 a.m. All kinds of scenarios played out in my sleep that night. O'Hare out in the middle of a highway, you get the idea of all sorts of awful stuff. Since his Mam has been home all has been well. I got a chain lock for the doors, so no more of THAT and a gate for the top of the stairs. I should be totally grey-haired by the time I'm 35. Em . . . do not say it. I know what you are thinking.
Gabe
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