Ug. What a week! And we're only half way through it.
After our week and a half holiday, we returned to work on Friday just to test the waters, then had the weekend to get over the horror. Mondays are always ghastlier than a thousand ghouls, and this Monday was no exception. Work wise, anyway. Having returned home at 6:45 pm, boiling hot, hungry, tired and grumpy, Indescribable called. Yes, she and Babyzilla were at The Parents!
Indescribable wanted to go and see Jurassic World, but didn't have a Babyzillasitter as The Mother and The Father were going out. The last thing I wanted to do was 'zillasit, but
|Gitface (in black) and Car (in red)|
|Chris Pratt about to straddle a throbbing machine!|
So, we got back to The Parent's just after 9:30 pm, chatted for a bit then I made my excuses and left. At home, I hastily wrapped Inexcuseable's birthday presents (it's her birthday on Tuesday) and went to bed.
In no time at all, it was Tuesday morning and another day at work was beckoning. Sigh... It being The Birthday, I was expected at The Parents' with my sisters for tea. By the time I got home (around 6:45 again), Inexcuseable and her husband had already left, so I quickly de-worked, jumped back into Car, and drove to The Parents'.
Everyone had already started eating by the time I arrived, and Babyzilla was being a little cowbag. Eventually, The Father told her off which resulted in a trembling, then stuck out bottom lip, accompanied by teary, snotty, half-fake sobs and pleas for a cuddle which we all had to ignore otherwise what was the point of the telling off! Babyzilla managed to keep up her 'poor me' charade for quite some time, but we eventually relented after she'd calmed down somewhat and guess who she came straight to for a cuddle? Yes, me. She cheered up no end after she'd stuck her thumb in her mouth and continually pinched my ear with her other hand. Poor little cowbag.
When it was time for pudding, she jumped off my lap and devoured her little bowl of ice cream. Then, as the rest of us were still eating ours, she determined who was the biggest soft-touch and approached with her mouth open for some of our ice cream - rather like a baby bird. But unlike with birds, we weren't about to regurgitate ice cream into her open mouth, although I have no doubt she would have accepted it. Naturally, I was her first port of call, then Inexcuseable followed by "Gandad" (she soon forgot the telling off when she noticed he still had uneaten pudding), her mum (Indescribable), and finally Inexcuseable's husband. "Ganma" was ignored as she didn't have any.
After Babyzilla had been put to bed, it was time for us to leave but I made a terrible error before we left: I reminded The Parents that I wasn't working Wednesday and Thursday. Suddenly, my days off had been vanquished by decorating duties! The Parents are thinking about moving, and want some wallpapering and painting done. And wouldn't you know it, I was conscripted immediately!
So, it's now Wednesday morning and I'm due at The Parents' at lunchtime, but first I have some cakes to make.
* As in chocolate, not the medieval singer or musician.