I remember unfondly my apartment downstairs from Mr. Stamina McSqueakyBed.
And his dog, Clickety Cliphisnails.
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I remember unfondly my apartment downstairs from Mr. Stamina McSqueakyBed.
And his dog, Clickety Cliphisnails.
My upstairs neighbor rented to a family with a hyperactive toddler. Before that, we just *thought* he was a dick.
Old farm houses converted into duplexes aren't well sound-proofed, either. Good grief man, quit tickling your woman, can't you hear she doesn't like it? Well, we can.
I'd be blasting a sound track of applause and cheering at appropriate moments.
So, I am at my sister's with #1 son. This is going to take some patience. I do have a reputation for having vast stores of same, and remarkable calm. Still going to test me. Trying to pick my battles. Today's first decision is how late to let him sleep in. When I went to bed at 10 something I made it abundantly clear that he was expected at computer at 8am to learn stuff if he really wanted to be my minion. He was up until at least 3am. Was outside talking loud on the phone at 1am. Playing league of legends. 6 vanilla cokes, 2 tubes of Ritz and a large container of soft cheese. You know where this is heading. Spoilerfont for the delicate. 7am massive barfing. Now when I was 23 I would have had to haul my ass to work no matter what. It is such a balance of my own peace and disrupting his. Right now I am just doing a bunch of the work I had been saving up to teach him.
May this be a spectacular week for Bitches. I am planning on having myself one no matter what!
Ugh Laura. You are a saint.
{{{Laura}}} All sorts of ~ma headed your way.
My readings have both been high this morning. I have no idea why.
How high? If it isn't adequately controlled by diet (This Is Not Your Fault!!), then they may have to put you on medication. Remember, only a few months. This is something you don't have control over, so just keep the end goal in mind.
Oh #1 son! I used to say Emmett ate like a dog face first in a garbage pail, and would literally eat until he threw up. But he learned. He really did.
Oh they do learn, that is one of those that I will pull out the "I told you so" cards on though.
A few points above average for this morning and 7 points above target for post breakfast.