It returns, thank GOD...
Apr. 4th, 2003 06:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lady_t_220Going to the city tomorrow morning. Gotta' pick up this week's comics and I promised to take the boywonder to meet Becky at the goth shop. After that he wants to drag me down his unit to work on this candlestick he's been thinking about.
Exactly what he expects me to do I dunno, but *eh*. I'll take the digital camera and snap a bunch of photos of the flames for my own nefarious purposes. (Source material, that is).
Have to remember to phone Charlie when she gets done with work this evening. I know she's babysitting her half-brother Saturday night but she might want to meet up in Leicester for a while.
Mum's back from Manchester, which is good. JR's been moping around like a kicked puppy for the last 2 days. It's sickening, really it is.
He's so loooooonely without her, he whines... which is evident because he keeps talking total crap whenever either John or I appear. I got home today and the first thing he did was tell me how he had one of his socks on inside out.
I'm like, really... I've had a long morning, I SO completely don't care...
Plus he didn't make himself overly popular by spending the whole time watching SciFi and the cartoon netowrk. Not that I begrudge him that, but the bin was full to overflowing and he'd left 2 days worth of accumulated pots on the cooker. I'm thinking maaaaybe he could have put those in the dishwasher... just a thought there. You know, cause he's not actually doing anything at all, being one of his days off and everything... Unlike me who got to do double shift and then come home and be my mum as well. (Which is more than slightly creepy, IMHO)
He was standing there expecting me to cook for him as well. Dropping not too subtle hints that he'd not eaten since breakfast (this at almost 7pm) and looking longingly at my dinner...
*raises an eyebrow*
And this is my problem/fault/responsibility how exactly..? It's not for want of food we know he can prepare (Whole cupboard full of JR safe food. That is food he can't ruin/maim/kill himself/burn the house down with. No, seriously.) *shakes head* I'm not good at playing mummy. It just pisses me off. *she says, illustrating exactly why she really doesn't want children*
Well, at least I'm not good at playing mummy to grown people on whom pouting and puppydog eyes is not an attractive feature. XD
*Happily hands back the household reigns to the maternal unit, who accepts them with a resigned sigh and goes to empty the bin*
Exactly what he expects me to do I dunno, but *eh*. I'll take the digital camera and snap a bunch of photos of the flames for my own nefarious purposes. (Source material, that is).
Have to remember to phone Charlie when she gets done with work this evening. I know she's babysitting her half-brother Saturday night but she might want to meet up in Leicester for a while.
Mum's back from Manchester, which is good. JR's been moping around like a kicked puppy for the last 2 days. It's sickening, really it is.
He's so loooooonely without her, he whines... which is evident because he keeps talking total crap whenever either John or I appear. I got home today and the first thing he did was tell me how he had one of his socks on inside out.
I'm like, really... I've had a long morning, I SO completely don't care...
Plus he didn't make himself overly popular by spending the whole time watching SciFi and the cartoon netowrk. Not that I begrudge him that, but the bin was full to overflowing and he'd left 2 days worth of accumulated pots on the cooker. I'm thinking maaaaybe he could have put those in the dishwasher... just a thought there. You know, cause he's not actually doing anything at all, being one of his days off and everything... Unlike me who got to do double shift and then come home and be my mum as well. (Which is more than slightly creepy, IMHO)
He was standing there expecting me to cook for him as well. Dropping not too subtle hints that he'd not eaten since breakfast (this at almost 7pm) and looking longingly at my dinner...
*raises an eyebrow*
And this is my problem/fault/responsibility how exactly..? It's not for want of food we know he can prepare (Whole cupboard full of JR safe food. That is food he can't ruin/maim/kill himself/burn the house down with. No, seriously.) *shakes head* I'm not good at playing mummy. It just pisses me off. *she says, illustrating exactly why she really doesn't want children*
Well, at least I'm not good at playing mummy to grown people on whom pouting and puppydog eyes is not an attractive feature. XD
*Happily hands back the household reigns to the maternal unit, who accepts them with a resigned sigh and goes to empty the bin*
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Date: 2003-04-04 10:29 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-04-04 10:33 am (UTC)Men. *tssk*
;)