The week started on a bittersweet note in the Household after we spent Sunday sorting through Poppa’s possessions prior to his house being sold. I pondered: “When you die what happens to all your STUFF? A whole lifetime’s worth of memories – where do they go? Into a skip mostly.” Check out the treasures we brought home by clicking here.
On Wednesday, I confessed: “I told my husband over the weekend that we’re getting a dog. This could lead to divorce. He’s already suffered through the acquisition of a flock of chickens, numerous Siamese fighting fish and two bunnies …” Read more here.
On Thursday I ruffled things up even more with a blog called “I’ve been cheating on you” that began: “Geoff, there’s no easy way to say this. And I’m so, so sorry. It was a harmless flirtation, I swear. A one-off. No commitments for a future together were made. But I was powerless to resist something so tempting …”
Husband’s name isn’t Geoff.
Geoff emailed me soon afterwards to say: “At first read I thought I was going to be in trouble with the Husband…”
If you missed it, you’ll have to click here to read what I’ve been up to on the side.
And on Friday I confessed I can’t stop thinking about Sandra Bullock’s thighs after seeing Gravity.
Things got even more exciting on Friday when I texted Husband the picture above with the caption: “I’ve got some bad news …”
Yep, we bought a moodle, which we think is called Charlie. But we’re still deciding.
Husband texted back: “That’s great …”
His answer prompted the eldest to say “Is he being sarcastic?”
He says no but I’m not entirely sure, especially after I spent most of the night dashing around cleaning up pee and poo as he tried to have an intelligent conversation with me and failed.
(Not to mention my Facebook friend Leanne saying: “I think you should ask Geoff whether Honda makes a car big enough for you and the Sprogs to live in. You’re gonna need it when Husband sees the dog!”)
Charlie spent the night in the shower recess and howled A LOT. On Saturday morning when I went to retrieve him he’d managed to poo everywhere then stomp in it, then scrabble against every surface he could find with vomitty poo smelling paws. I did quite a bit of retching while cleaning him and the tiles …
I’m also not quite sure how to break it to the iVillagers that I got a moodle, as I asked them on Friday what sort of dog I should get and most of them responded that a rescue greyhound was the go.
I know in my heart a rescue dog is the honorable thing to do, but Bells the rescue bunny hasn’t really won my heart. In fact, she hates me. And I figured if we are to have any chance of a dog not eating a bunny for dinner one night it’s to get a puppy and train him to understand that bunnies are friends not food.
Speaking of iVIllage …
>> Have you shown your kids the world’s hottest new viral video, What Does The Fox Say? It’s been performed live on Jimmy Fallon’s talk show – and we suggest you watch it immediately:http://bit.ly/15rXWEJ
>> Have you ever had a strange housemate? Well, it’s time you met the family living with plastic skeletons…http://bit.ly/15Yirv0
>> Seen the viral ‘I Quit’ video? A mum has done her own version and we think it’s way funnier: http://bit.ly/GJInPa
>> This is why parents need a holiday to recover from going on holidays with their kids. http://bit.ly/1e1DvAG
My favourite daily doses of cute included …
The tear-jerkers of the week …
>> He demanded his wife abort the baby. A Down Syndrome child just didn’t fit into his plans for a perfect life. Then a beautiful thing happened >> http://bit.ly/19oWG2k
The most deserving but least clicked story of the week award goes to …
In nom-nom news …
How was your week?
housegoeshome 
Make sure you hold Charlie close to the bunnies and/or chickens so he can smell them. So cute ….can’t wait to meet him!
They are having a good sniff of each other. You must come and visit soon.
Oh I love Charlie!!! He is adorable. Your hubby will come round, how can he resist?
It depends on how much crap he has to clean up …
Ha!
Charlie is gorgeous. Get a crate and crate train him. Alvin loves his crate and goes in on his own now
I’ve just discovered pets are allowed on the bus in Sydney!!!! Guess what I’m off to buy this afternoon?