Billy Rhomboid wrote:Un-awesome: my wife was on a night shift last night, so I got up at 6 this morning, made the kids lunchboxes, got them up and dressed and breakfasted, let them kiss mom as she came home from work and went to bed. Took them to school, fed all the animals and did the morning farm shit, came home, put the small one to bed for nap, took emails and phone shit, went to do a house survey, did shopping, raced back, plucked and gutted a goose for Mrs R's dinner party. Did all the washing up to have room to work in kitchen. Stuffed goose neck. Opened wine to breathe. Got small one up and cleaned up and fed. Prepped stuffed goose neck with toddler crawling around my knees. Made stuffing for goose. Interspersed playing with toddler and fielding work phone calls. Towed scrapped car to scrapyard with toddler. Collected kids from school. Fed farm animals. Got home, got kids changed, got goose in oven and stopped kids from killing each other. Ignored screaming clients emails. Mrs R got up. Did washing up from cooking. Laid table. Welcomed Mrs R's guests. Served four course meal. Didn't insult anyone. Kept control of 5 children.
and you know what? I'm an asshole because I won't buy a dishwasher.
That's okay Billy. You should know by now that none of us can do a damn thing right when we're watched by the blind.
I have a map to the Kingdom but was forced to surrender the keys.