And so it begins.
Iâ€™m sitting here in the office at 8:30. Iâ€™d just gotten downstairs because I like to come to work late on Friday mornings.
The home line ringsâ€¦itâ€™s my fatherâ€™s cell number. Before I even answer, I pop open a new tab in Firefox and start entering the Continental siteâ€™s address. I assume his flight home is cancelled and he needs help re-booking.
â€œCan you or JewelrySlut do me a favor?â€
â€œYour motherâ€™s locked herself out of the house. She had her
â€œOKâ€¦One of us will goâ€
I told JewelrySlut and she went up to unlock the house. Good thing we still have keys. She also took the NJ keys off the ring and threw them away.
As I said, this may be the first time we have to let her in her house, but it most certainly is not the last.
Yesterday was a fun day. JewelrySlut and Shmuppie were up at the estate and apparently, Shmuppie was not behaving at all. It got so bad that my mother, the usual instigator of her bad behavior, had to start yelling.
When the ladies got home, it didnâ€™t get any better.
JewelrySlut and I were talking, so Shmuppie decided to knock a mountain of books and toys off of her little table. Having gotten our attention, she got to stand in the corner. When she emerged, she announced that she couldnâ€™t find the little water pen that she used to â€œpaintâ€ in her Dora book. JewelrySlut offered to help her find it. They started looking and JewelrySlut suggested that she clean up some of the clutter over by the table.
Shmuppie announced â€œThat noise hurts my earsâ€
Now, she likes to say that any noise hurts her ears. This, of course, comes from the child who yells all the time.
JewelrySlut asked what noise in particular was hurting her ears
At this moment, JewelrySlut was flabbergasted. I whacked the kid upside the head and sent her back to the corner.
Leaving the corner, I instructed her to go apologize.
JewelrySlut told Shmuppie that she could not talk like that to anyone, especially Mommy and Daddy, and that sheâ€™d better straighten up or else we were all in for a long nigh.
Shmuppie, completely ignoring her, asked for a lollipop or something.
I pulled Shmuppie over to me and got in her face asking her to repeat what Mommy had said.
â€œI donâ€™t knowâ€
â€œDid you even listen to anything she saidâ€?â€
â€œI donâ€™t know. Can you read me a story?â€
â€œDid you even listen to what I said?â€
Whack! This time she was sent to her room to go sit in the dark.
This pattern continued for most of the evening.
Good to see that weâ€™re cycling towards bad behavior again. I think I need to book some flights.
Thereâ€™s more to talk about, but not right now.
Enjoy the new digs.
PS: Smed says I need one of those NotifyList things. Do I? I still should show a new entry over at D-Land that will redirect you here. I an do it if all 2 of you see the need or the desire to know EXACTLY when I post.