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We’re battling the plague atm. Well, Tusk certainly is. I’m not sure how much of my sore throat is plague, and how much is just from all the haze and smoke from the bushfires that are around.
Poor Tusk though. Not only has he got the chesty, raspy cough thing happening, and the aches, he is a little feverish. Which becomes a hassle for him. It seems when he gets a fever he tends to get bad claustrophobia and panic attacks. He can’t lie down, or even sit still really. So he was up most of last night. He had several showers, came to bed about four times, watched tv, and sorted paperwork, and didn’t sleep at all. Not that I knew any of this, coz it takes a freight train to disturb me when I sleep.Good wife that I am, I didn’t know a thing until sixish this morning, when he actually woke me up so I could talk him down a bit.
Of course, since he was up all night, it meant that The Duchessa was as well. She’s a funny cat. Highly strung and very needy. One of her (many) quirks is that she won’t go to bed until everyone in the house is tucked in and settled. So when she gets tired she gets cranky at us to go to bed.
Usually, this isn’t an issue. We’ve settled into a reasonable routine with her and we get to sleep at a mutually acceptable time.
Except of course, that didn’t happen last night. She spent the night pleading with him to go to bed, and since he didn’t, she is tired and cranky with everyone today. And you can bet, come eight o’clock tonight she’s going to be tearing our legs off trying to convince us to go to sleep.
Add a comment February 16, 2012
Today I did battle with Boxing Day Salers, and I’ve got the war wounds to prove it. I’ve never attended Boxing Day Sales before, and I discovered that there’s a very good reason I have steered clear of them. They’re scary things! People were lined up 15+ deep out the door before we opened.
At one point I did my darndest to take out a glass shelf with my hip, and I suspect I am going to have the mother of all bruises to show for it. I bruise slowly but badly under normal circumstances – usually it take 3 or 4 days for a ruise to rise to the surface, but this one is already nicely discoloured. And SORE. It hurts when my pants brush against it, it hurts when I walk, or when I squat or bend or move.
Today also marks the beginning of a crazystupid week of work hours. I started working for a bit of pocket money – just a little bit to supplement Tusk’s income, that’s all we need. I certainly don’t need to work full time – ideally, I’d probably do about 15 – 20 hours a week. I have said I want a maximum of 30 hours, and no more than 3 shifts, but that I am willing to do more than that on occasion. Turns out, that was a Big Mistake. I thought last week was full on – I worked just over 30 hours over 5 shifts. Ons shift had me finishing at 9pm, meaning I’d get home at ~10.15, only to have to be back at work at 7am. Hello 5 o’clock – you’re very early, aren’t you!
But if I thought last week was hectic, that has absolutely nothing on this week’s roster. FIFTY HOURS – yes, you read that right. Fifty. Five. Zero. Six days straight. Well, 49.5 to be a little more precise, but still! That’s crazy hours. And it includes a 7am start tomorrow morning – so I am tucked up in bed already.
I’ve also taken the liberty of locking the Duchessa out of my room. She’s a cat with issues, and will only go to bed when we go to bed, and gets cranky if we stay up. I discovered last night that going to bed early will also incur her wrath. I hadn’t been in bed long when she jumped on the bed, meowed loudly, then stomped all over me. I had been asleep just long enough that going back to sleep was going to be a struggle. I was just starting to drift when she commenced round two – second verse, same as the first. So tonight, she has been banished. I’ve left The Boy instructions to open my door for her when he goes to bed. Hopefully she doesn’t come and extract her vengeance on me then.
And on that note, I am going sleepy bo-bo’s. Night all
Add a comment December 26, 2011
It seems we’ve been invaded by a horde of ninja mice. They leave no evidence they’ve been. They steal no food, leave no droppings. But The Duchessa, Primary of the Feline Triumvirate, knows they’re here. She’s been chasing them all night – reaching under the couch, diving between cushions, jumping up walls after them. I’m not sure how successful she has been, because I CAN’T SEE THEM! but she has worn herself out hunting them.
I think they may have sent a scouting party the night before last, because she did the same then, but she must have scared them off, because she only carried on like that for a short time.
I just hope they’re not here to assassinate me in my sleep. I should be safe, The Duchessa sleeps on my bed, but the kids…they’ll have to fend for themselves.
Add a comment July 15, 2011