Monday moaning

[ailbhe]

First I fried pancakes and Emer refused to eat them, and then I cleared some kitchen surfaces, and then I cleared the floor in the front room, more or less, ish, and then I put away clean laundry, and then I unblocked the toilet - I made Linnea watch me because she blocked it with loo roll and so she has now apologised and perhaps will remember not to do it in future, but impulse control is hard - and I half-dressed the children and dressed myself and tied my hair up because I can't flatten it down (it's scarved away now) and finally shoved the damn kids in front of the bloody television because the house is a PIT OF DESPAIR and I am not coping well with the pain in my, possibly, kidneys, but more likely back muscles or ovaries or something else.

Oh, and I finished assembling dinner and plugged in the slow cooker and put it on.

I really hate fishing around in a toilet. Rubber gloves may be physically germproof but they are not psychically yuckproof.

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[mssociallyinept.livejournal.com]

Ha, Ty's had a good few attempts at blocking my toilet too. Forget rummaging around in there with gloves, that would be pretty yuck, I opt for a wire coat hanger, all unbent so it's just a big long piece of wire, and rummage around with that, which seems to do the trick. Making them watch seems to be a good strategy though, might try that one next time, see if it puts him off doing it again. Though, known my luck, he'd find that exciting and it'd give him more incentive to do it lol.