“We all get heavier as
we get older because there’s a lot of information in our heads. So I’m not fat,
I’m just really intelligent and my head couldn’t hold any more so it started
filling up the rest of me. That’s my
story and I’m sticking to it!” Garfield
on Facebook
Tonight’s post is a wee bit different due to the bloody
computer that passes as the Screecher Creature’s home entertainment system
having gone to the digital cemetery in the sky.
It used to be my computer, but they conveniently took it over for their
use. Therefore, it follows that the
little blighters have taken over the other computer, the one I have been using
to work on my blog. If I get a bit of
time in the afternoons, I’ll sit down and noodle away. But I haven’t been able to get next or near
it all week. Trying to was akin to
taking a T-bone steak from a rabid Rottweiler.
I didn’t fancy my chances so I paced the floors and told myself to have
patience that when our new telly arrives, I won’t know myself. Neither will they. I am guaranteed hours and hours of hassle
free me time as they sit and watch it.
This has been written into our customer contract thingy so it’s a win
win all round. Also this week, exercise
wise, has been a bit of a disaster. I
let three nights in a row pass without doing anything except feeling guilty as
hell about it. I chose instead, to drink
a glass of wine on two of those nights, and went to bed at 9pm. I also murdered a large bar of Turkish
Delight, a bag of Wispa Bite Sized Pieces; one of my
oh-look-chocolate-in-a-different-shape-and-I-cannot-resist problems. Plus other various confectionary items. The Awesome Foursome, however, seem to be
going through yet another growth spurt.
They are bottomless pits at the moment which has inspired this blog
post. So to begin.
It felt like a bacon and cabbage day so that’s what was on
the menu for dinner. Various kids ate it
with various reactions at various times during the afternoon. It was 4.30pm, approaching tea time and
tummies were starting to rumble.
Screecher Creature No. 1 requested pasta. Might as well see who else fancied it.
Me: Iarla, do you
want pasta for your tea?
Iarla: No. Not hungry.
Me: Liam? Pasta?
Liam: I want Weetabix
with honey on it, Mammy.
Me: Sigh.
I got to work making pasta and Weetabix. Thank complex carbohydrates for the micro
wave and Dolmio pouches. Handed finished
products to them and as the empty bowls were brought back to the kitchen I
began to clean up the dishes.
Conor: Mammy, I’m still hungry. I want cereal.
Iarla: Mammy, I’m
hungry too. When am I getting my pasta?
Me: Iarla……………………………
Liam: Mammy, I want cereal too.
Me: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And I still had to feed the dog!
I did a fair bit of sighing and mental giving out. Went back into the kitchen, opened the press,
took the saucepan out again, filled it with water, waited for it to boil then
added spaghetti. Stuck the pouch of
bolognaise sauce in the microwave, all the while entertaining myself with images of force
feeding the mind changer if he changed it again when the food was put in front
of him. So far so good. Went back into the kitchen to make the
lunches. Pulled cheese, cheese strings,
yogurts and fruit out of the fridge.
Liam: Mammy! Help me do my poos!
Off to the bathroom I go.
Plopped him on the toilet seat and rushed back to smear some jam on two
slices of batch bread. Cut them in half.
Liam: Mammy! Wipe my bum!
Race off to the bathroom.
When I got back to the kitchen, the sandwiches were gone. Thieved.
Lifted. Being digested in the
sitting room. Grrr. Start the lunches again.
Iarla: Mammy! Juno did her wee’s on the floor!
I did swear a little bit at this point and not too quietly
either. Off to grab the wee wee cloth
and complete operation mop up. Back to the
kitchen. Quick wash of hands. (I do remember. Just because I didn’t mention it before,
doesn’t mean I don’t do it. I do. Regularly.
My hands could grate cheese at the moment because they are so rough from
all the washing they get) I turned with the intention of packing the lunch
bags. My hand hovered where the cheese
strings had been not two minutes earlier.
Gone! The thieves at work
again. The chopped up bits of fruit were
also stolen. Would they ever just stop
eating!!!!!!!!
Someone: Mammy! Juno’s eating Lego!
Me: Take it from
her!!!!!!
No answer. I didn’t
bother going to the Lego’s aid. If the
owners weren’t concerned, I wasn’t going to pretend to be. The lunches were going to be finished before
I did anything else! And if the dog needed someone to stick their fingers down her
choking throat to retrieve the piece of Lego, it was not going to be me. Oh, alright.
It probably would be me!
September 6th -
ten stone eleven and a quarter pounds
September 13th – ten stone eleven and three
quarters of a pound
September 20th – ten stone twelve and a half
pounds (gained three quarters of a pound)
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