Thursday, 6 March 2008

the disapproving pink maw

So this morning I suffered through the Elizabethan* glare from Kate after I did my duty and pilled her, did the obligatory grunting and talking through my lips at the dentist, discovered a computer problem at the manse, fed half-day-at-school son lunch, ran him back to town, checked out books for me, books for the two, books-on-tape for the two, and a movie, visited my father-in-law (who may be home soon!) picked up daycare daughter, succumbed to the 'but we never get to eat at McDonald's' from the back, taught C what the phrase 'blatant lie' means, drove home and am now staring in shock and awe at the freaking enormous pile of laundry that must be done if I don't want to send son to school tomorrow in nothing but a pair of shorts and a pajama top. And perhaps some mismatched socks.


It's six o'clock. I really need a houseboy, because I think I may be too tired to open the wine by myself.

And the cat is still giving me the stink-eye.



*You were my favorite. But you have DISAPPOINTED me.

17 comments:

psychicgeek.com said...

Cats have servants. Their favourite is the one who does their bidding last.

Vanessa said...

I have a dirty trick when laundry gets that out of hand, shopping!

makingmyownfun said...

Mmm... Houseboy...

Ree said...

I am the girl cat's favorite. She bites me more than anyone else in the house!

beagle said...

Cats hold grudges, it's how we know they care.

I'd like a houseboy too. Maybe if we place a group order we'll get a discount?

Stomper Girl said...

I want a houseboy too.

Cass will be all right if you send him to school in the pj top, shorts and odd socks, won't he? It's not THAT cold in Canada is it?

M&Co. said...

You should get a houseboy. And when you find a really good, cheap one, send him my way too. Margaret

SUEB0B said...

Nothing is quite as disapproving as a disapproving cat. Here is my boy Bing: http://www.flickr.com/photos/11302994@N00/2156690227/

meggie said...

Laughing at Vanessa, shopping!
Cats- they know how to give the stink-eye!

Thankyou for your very kind words on my blog.xx

Suzanne said...

Don't you love days like these?

Having an unemployed husband is good for a few things. The best is that the laundry is done and folded most of the time.

Loth said...

Shorts + pyjama top + mismatched socks = character building!

And I believe there are websites in existence where you can obtain a mail order wife - how would that be for an Easter gift!!

Dawn said...

I think you should just drink the wine while sitting on the washing machine (or the houseboy)...it is certain to make all your worries go away.

Sarah O. said...

Just another day in paradise, eh?

I also need a houseboy to do my laundry. And lots of other stuff I don't like doing. Such as housework of any kind.

Spanglish said...

Dogs lay on guilt trips. Cats scold with a look.

Great post.

Mr Lady said...

I try really hard to not leave comments unless I have something vaguely resembling a point, but seriously? YOU CRACK ME THE HEdoublehockeysticks UP.

That is all.

Caro said...

Laundry, shudder!

angelfeet said...

Now I need to lie down after reading that. I gave the ironing the cold shoulder today; the uniforms are normally creased before we get to school anyway.