nerfherder
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While I was on a run to the hardware store yesterday afternoon (nearest big store is 30 miles away) Kiddo took advantage of RN getting the 2 year old down for a nap, grabbed the freezer key (Chest freezer is our big Kiddo-proof food safe) and stole and ate 3/4 pound of candied orange peel after lunch.
When I sent her to bed without supper (I only found it because she'd hidden the bags in the same place she always hides them) she had a tantrum and broke a window. Because she is not bad, doesn't steal and besides won't do it anymore and how can I be so mean? I ruined her life. It's all Blacksmith's fault. She's leaving and never coming back. All the teenagers want candy. She's not going to sleep until she has supper. She wants all the meat and all the fruit and all the dried fruit and all the dairy, wheat, gluten, and she wants to live in an orchard. She wants to be a cook and work in a bakery and make all the foods. She doesn't care about being good or sheriffs or jail. Goku will save her! Yadda yadda yadda. Just like a 3 year old.
But - I had plenty to keep myself busy after dark. Blacksmith and RN gave me an Asus Android tablet with docking keyboard for Mother's Day. (He was upgrading, but whenever he passes on computer hardware you can't tell it was ever used, he's that good.)
Still didn't sleep well. I swear I felt hungover even though I didn't even have my occasional bit of schnapps before bed. And I feel sore, like I worked hard - oh I did, picked up close to $300 worth of lumber for building a bunny barn today. But it feels more like beating myself to sleep kind of sore. Now I want to dig and level the cinderblocks for the base lumber, the ground's kind of lumpy and packed there. Kiddo (who also has a cold but not feverish, and I'm sure this is part of her behavior this weekend but refuses to admit to anything because she's afraid I'll make her stay home from school tomorrow) gets to muck out the goat pen (which isn't a nasty job, goats are very neat and tidy that way.)
When I sent her to bed without supper (I only found it because she'd hidden the bags in the same place she always hides them) she had a tantrum and broke a window. Because she is not bad, doesn't steal and besides won't do it anymore and how can I be so mean? I ruined her life. It's all Blacksmith's fault. She's leaving and never coming back. All the teenagers want candy. She's not going to sleep until she has supper. She wants all the meat and all the fruit and all the dried fruit and all the dairy, wheat, gluten, and she wants to live in an orchard. She wants to be a cook and work in a bakery and make all the foods. She doesn't care about being good or sheriffs or jail. Goku will save her! Yadda yadda yadda. Just like a 3 year old.
But - I had plenty to keep myself busy after dark. Blacksmith and RN gave me an Asus Android tablet with docking keyboard for Mother's Day. (He was upgrading, but whenever he passes on computer hardware you can't tell it was ever used, he's that good.)
Still didn't sleep well. I swear I felt hungover even though I didn't even have my occasional bit of schnapps before bed. And I feel sore, like I worked hard - oh I did, picked up close to $300 worth of lumber for building a bunny barn today. But it feels more like beating myself to sleep kind of sore. Now I want to dig and level the cinderblocks for the base lumber, the ground's kind of lumpy and packed there. Kiddo (who also has a cold but not feverish, and I'm sure this is part of her behavior this weekend but refuses to admit to anything because she's afraid I'll make her stay home from school tomorrow) gets to muck out the goat pen (which isn't a nasty job, goats are very neat and tidy that way.)