Not happy, Jan

Aussies will know this line from a yellow pages ad in Australia.

Bitchypoo decided in her wisdom, (she obviously doesn't take after me), despite me telling her a resounding no on more than one occasion, to come home with this.

No not the green or the blue stuffed toy, I wish.

Yes, that is Lola. Another fur baby to add to our collection. She is cute, but I so do not want to have to go through the whole puppy thing again, cleaning up the mess etc. 

Bitchypoo is just about to finish her final year of school, has her drivers licence, and I am was finally looking at being free to go where and when I want without having to be there 24/7 for her. Now I have to worry about a puppy again.  

Here she is, she has to be held....... firmly, if you want to take her photo and this was the only one where it isn't blurred. She is 8 weeks old, a Jack Russell x Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. I can't see one drop of Cavalier in her so lets hope she has it in her temperament, it's not looking promising though. 

I am too soft to make her take her back, but I categorically refuse to look after her, except when Bitchypoo is at school, lucky, as she only has 6 weeks of school left before she finishes. Bitchypoo can hardly look after herself, so heaven knows how she is going to look after this.  I snigger a little when she has to get up at 4.30am to take her outside. I am a truly loving mother!!!!!! Cleaning up poop and vomit are invaluable life skills (more sniggering).

The other fur babies are not amused. 

Karma growls at her every time she comes close. 

Lulu has been the most tolerant, just gives her a gentle pat with the paw if she goes near her, but Bailey, I think, has decided she looks good enough to eat and I'm not sure whether he is actually trying to kill her and have her as a snack before dinner, or just trying to give her a darn good fright. Either way I am not willing to find out so when I am busy Lola goes in here, so that I know 

a) she is safe

b) she is not peeing all over my carpet

Bailey checking her out!

Sigh!!!

PS. I suppose a puppy is better than a baby.

Crochet

This is what I have been working on today.

Unfortunately, giving me plenty of time to wonder why teenage daughters can be so uncaring, selfish, self-centred, lazy, ungrateful, rude........the list goes on. The positive in all this.... I know I am not alone, or the first and only mother in the world who has had to deal with it.  I am grateful that she is not into drugs, smoking and binge drinking.  It would be nice if I was actually appreciated for a millisecond.

The joys of parenting

An interesting weekend.   No swearing today, but there could be some soon.

Yesterday, because I am the worst mother in the world and the bitch from hell. I took my "angel" bitchypoo to the hairdressers and paid over 100 bucks for her to have a cut AND colour.

During the week, I had to take her to the doctors, as she had severe pain in her side.  No, it was not from me stabbing her with a large kitchen knife.  The doctor ordered an ultrasound as she thought it could be an ovarian cyst, or kidneys.................. or something. On Friday she had the ultrasound, and the result, ................... no sign of anything,...................... everything in perfect working order.  So yesterday, whilst we are sitting at the hairdressers,  I was over the other side of the room from her, (picture, a large, open salon, with big open space in the middle, and  about a dozen people in there) where we both know all of the staff there really well, but didn't know one single client that was in there that day,  Miss Bitchypoo pipes up with,

"Hey mum, I showed Bodie (boyfriend) my ultrasound last night."

Well, you could have heard a pin drop in there, the place froze.

A couple of people then turned and looked at me in horror.

I had to declare loudly and emphatically, that, no, she isn't pregnant. Aaarggghhhh!!!!!!!

This morning I don't know what I have done wrong to her, but I can take a guess that it is possibly because  I woke up breathing.  I am proud to report I am again the mother from hell.

Currently, Mrs QIMP and I are vying for the honour of being the worst mother in the world. Unfortunately I might have to throw in the towel as Mrs QIMP has a couple of extra years of parenting up her sleeve, which I don't think I can ever catch up.  In the meantime, I am doing a pretty damn good job by just waking up in the morning, and not uttering a single word.

I have just come back from a trip to hell Spotlight. Looking for the elusive colour for the sashing on the quilt. All of the Sunshine Coast decided to go to Spotlight today.  After looking at every roll of fabric in the store, I lie, I actually didn't look at the sparkly ones or the furry ones or the camouflage ones, but just about every other bolt and finally deciding I had to buy something as I had trekked the universe to get there, I bought some cotton voile which was the only 100% cotton that was in a sort of kind of nearly matching colour to the Martinique. Now I am not sure whether I have been an idiot in buying that, but I am crossing my fingers that the stars and Mars are aligned and it will work out ok. I also bought some more acrylic yarn for the SIBOL squares, some nice need your sunglasses bright colours.
Yet again I have managed to get trough a day without doing anything very productive.




HAPPY DAY