See this little dude? He's trying to kill me. Oh, sure, he's pictured here at his grandpa & grandma's house looking all cute. Do not be deceived. This day has been hell, sheer, unadulterated, sulphur stink and singed hair HELL, and this little devil was just part of the battle. You see, we had to go into town and wait on the phone/DSL installer to show up, just part of trying to get Clementine's open for business before the cash bleeds dry. I talked to all the kids, told them what was expected, and, confident in my parenting skills, away we went.
The installer took a bit longer than estimated to show up, but the demo-guy had stopped by to get a materials list together for the 'reconstruction', so there was plenty to keep me busy, what with telling him what walls to bust out and all. After lunch (we're still waiting for our 9-11am phone dude to show) it just became unbearable to be this little man's mom... though not as unbearable as being this guy's mom:
I realize that a few of you will have seen this photo if you've popped over to Bill's blog, (in which he rails and rants about the kids ceaselessly)but to take another picture of him I'd have to look at him, and quite frankly the xanax hasn't kicked in fully yet, so no can do. He shoved and was rude to a dear friend of mine, (Bette, if you're reading this, I am so sorry for his behavior)was louder and more obnoxious than I have ever dreamed he could be, and just generally made me feel like a disaster of a mother. The normal things I do to correct and discipline just don't seem to get through to this guy, and I'm pretty burnt out on boys right now. I'm putting the kids to bed in less than two hours, then I'm casting on my 'Invisibility Shawl' for the KAL Lotusknitter and I are trying to bring forth into existence. Comment or e-mail us if you want to play along... the more the merrier, and book 7 is just a month away! Prayers for my sanity are welcomed and appreciated. BTW, I got an e-mail response from Annalea, whom we haven't heard in the comments for a few weeks. She is alive, but dealing with something, so good, knitterly thoughts go out to her. I love all you knitters; thanks for sticking out my rant. Better now, I think, though that could just be the xanax talking! Later, knitty-gators. Cami