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.

Comments

[thereyougothen.livejournal.com]

if you can get to a plumbers' merchant, you can get some serious heavy duty plungers that will unblock most things. or, when we had to get the dynorod guy out, he used a sort of round paddle on a stick that he just, um, what's the word I need here, sort of plunged up and down, quite quickly and suddenly there was a whoosh and everything was fine. and much less yuck than rubber gloves. our toilets in chile are much worse than at home and seem to get blocked eleven times a day, and all the plungers are pissy little things. i have asked my parents to bring me a big one. they laughed, but i think they are bringing it