It was a kind of strange day around here. I woke up early but wasn't quite ready to stay up. I poured some coffee but ended up leaving it at my desk. The Beast finally decided to clear up the area where he kept his Bibles and the stuff he used for Bible study. He had stuff scattered in my etagere and on the kitchen table. He was nice enough to change the table cloth (he's the one that crapped it up) and expected me to praise him. I just gave him a nice, short *thank you*. He really didn't HAVE to do it, after all.
I went back and lay down again and fell asleep. I woke up and Chewlee was here. I have no idea how long she was here but it was darn near 1pm. I pulled myself up and discovered that I did, indeed, have a slight case of IBS going on. That explained the gas attacks and the tummy ache I had going last night. Sometimes it passes with no other problems but not today. All I could say was, *Dammit!* and double up on my OTC meds for it. I'm glad I had other clothes to wash because it allowed me to throw in the sleep pants and underwear that I had on and had to change.
Chewlee and I watched her NickJr. cartoons. Some of them are cute; some are incredibly stupid. I'm learning to enjoy Peppa Pig primarily because it's obvious that it's got a creator from the U.K. Chewlee will ask me things like...*Why does Daddy Pig say to 'tuck in'? Doesn't he mean to 'eat'?* or *Why does Peppa call it the 'post' when she means 'the mail'?* There are a lot of both small and large instances that call attention to the fact that it's not a cartoon 'Made in the USA'...LOL!
I think that might even be the appeal for Chewlee. It's very different than most of the cartoons she watches, even in format. But she really does love it and hates to have to miss a minute of it. I feel like telling her *Go to the bathroom NOW! I cannot DVR anything so you will lose all those minutes you have to spend in the bathroom if you don't go BEFORE Peppa starts.* She's constantly running to the bathroom and yelling over her shoulder, *Tell me EVERYTHING they say!* Yeah, like that's going to happen. I just tell her, *Nothing happened while you were gone*.
She was outside playing with Sam for a while and she missed taking the *mooter scooter* ride with the Beast but she did see him and Baron. I gather that Chewlee and Sam were playing with Sam's pup so Baron stopped dead and the two of them were running around together while the Beast just sat on the scooter and let them use up some energy. But, when the Beast headed back towards the house and goosed the scooter, suddenly Baron put on a burst of speed and got to the garage only slightly ahead of the Beast. Then all Baron wanted was to get in the house for some water. The Beast let him in and we sat on the porch for a bit while deciding what to do about dinner.
I'm embarrassed to say that we did TV dinners (Hungry man) and I made chicken nuggets for Chewlee, which she ate with Ranch dressing to dip in. She also had some pineapple chunks and drank the juice from it. Good for her digestion since SHE complained about a tummy ache yesterday. But she ate all her chicken nuggets and then went outside for about 20 minutes before she came in.
She's not going to church with the Beast in the morning. There's some sort of special deal going at 3pm down in Birmingham so he'll go alone. It lasts until 7pm and he will probably go out to dinner with some of his church friends at a place on the way back here. That means he wouldn't be home until 9:30pm or so and Chewlee has school on Monday. She will probably be here with me (her mother hasn't given me her schedule yet so I'm not sure) and, even if her mother works late, she will at least have gotten her bath and be ready for bed.
The Beast, as my son Mustachio pointed out to me, will go into these little tirades and, I swear, it only happens when the house and everyone but him are happy and enjoying themselves. He will start throwing things around and swearing (just ask Chewlee who already knows that he says certain words when HE is unhappy). Know why he was throwing things around? There were two custard cups (one was HIS), two sandwich plates and three forks in the sink instead of being in the dishwasher! I kid you not. Trivial shit. It's a wonder the crap he pulls doesn't kill me.
Tomorrow the weatherman says rain for our state. In some ways, I hope so just so the Beast has a miserable time. But I hate overcast, rainy weather. It actually looks like most of the East coast is going to have rain. Yuk!
Love you all. I pray you have a better week if you didn't have a good weekend. **Wink**
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