Typical Day In My House:
Downstairs TV is on loud, children’s TV
Fry is jumping and doing his screeching “a-gulr-blurg-grr-blub” noise
Toes is asking a milling questions while
stepping on cats singing
the washing machine is on its 100th spin cycle
upstairs Face is jumping
with his xbox on loud
youtube blasting from the computer, and somebody gave him a microphone.
im still listening to the kings of leon while on hold to the council for the 10th time today.
everyone wants feeding (its 9:15, they had breakfast not 2 hours ago, but ney whens it time for lunch)
Toes wants to do gluing/painting/drawing/writing/watching a film/playing the ds all with me obviously it would be a crime to play alone.
but I cant, because the baby needs feeding AGAIN, which bright spark thought children was a good idea?
I attempt to watch home and away, to no prevail, even with subtitles, because face has eaten his radiator cover and im making sure its nothing too dangerous to be ingested.
its time to clean again, no Toes that doesn’t mean im free to play guess who.
the washings finished, its sunny, time to put it out to dry
its quiet outside,
but if that bird doesn’t stop fucking tweeting, I will shoot it.