Aussie Posse
Ah my bad. Still ought to be illegal.
I’m working on my laptop and my child is being a stage 5 clinger. Now he’s not even on the floor, he’s got his tablet on my desk (there’s room because my laptop is on the other corner so I’m sort of sitting diagonally) so we’re basically working shoulder to shoulder. omg he just pressed closer. Kiddo is doing his “work” which is PBS Kids games right now, I can tune that out usually.
Okay now he reached his arm around me for a hug. Hugs are nice but ooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmgggggggg. But I don’t want to yell at him cause Mr. Meer is doing a call in the other room and is already stressed out enough so he’s just going to add fuel to the fire if I start something with Kiddo.
Okay physical contact gone, I have some personal space back. But holy shit, TGIF. Thank you for following along with this play by play of WFH/homeschool combo from hell.
What you are doing is brutally hard. You get all my respect. <3
UM GROSS. But I am also giggling at the mental image of them saying “here’s your stuff!” and it’s just ants.
We did a video call with his teacher for the first time. After going through multiple devices (too old, too slow, no battery) and finally using my work laptop we were able to connect and he giggled like mad at her silly puppy and is now in another room, having gotten his people fix for a bit.
I laughed SO hard, seriously. Boyfriend was unpacking the box in his office and then all of a sudden yelled “OPEN THE BACK DOOR RIGHT NOW” and he rushed out there with the box like it was on fire. I know it was probably an accident but it just SO fits with how shitty his company was to him.
My great grandmother had two kids under two in a one room cabin in a remote part of Saskatchewan. The nearest neighbour was several hours away. How did she not go insane and kill everyone?
This is what I think about when I’m annoyed by the solitude + kids.
Internet’s down.
Sustained winds speeds of 40MPH today. Gusts near 50MPH. Glad I don’t have to go anywhere today.
I feel like someone’s just going around and knocking on everyone’s doors on the apartment complex. It’s a little distracting and like…seriously? Don’t. No one should be knocking on anyone’s doors right now. Stay home.
The broccoli we got from Instacart is rotten and smells like death. I don’t feel like I can report it in case it gets the delivery person in trouble somehow.
I wanted to clean my windows and started on the first one. AND IT FELL OFF THE HINGE. The metal piece holding it in place bent somehow and then snapped off when I used a tool to try to bend it back. Then I saw blood and realized my hand is cut.
Ooh but is the window clean? Is the trick your blood? @CalBal take notes!
That stinks though. Not as bad as Bracken’s broccoli probably. It sucks to think you’re going to check something off your list and then it turns into a THING
My corn is not coming up.
The window doesn’t look any better and the wooden sill has a huge dent in it now. I was better off before I tried to do anything. And obviously I can’t have someone come fix it anytime soon.
The lesson to be learned here is cleaning is to be avoided.
I’m taking that to heart.
Some friends and I rented a condo last year for a one-night getaway. Everyone brought enough food and booze to last a week instead of the one night we were there. We opened the veggie tray, and while it looked fine, the broccoli smell nearly knocked me over. Someone in our group thought it looked “fine” and that soaking it would help. Nope. The entire three-bedroom place reaked of rotten broccoli.
At least I knew enough to not try to salvage it. Even the dog isn’t getting that. brassics go bad in an astoundingly stinky way.