Rats in the ranks

There’s so much stuff I haven’t had a chance to tell you because I’ve been caught up with post-op mothering.

Where do I start?

The eldest has purple hair now. … which means I have a purple bathroom now …

I had to touch the rats yesterday after they knocked out the tunnel between their two cages, plus one of the sleeping platforms, leaving Twitch trapped in the water-less cage. The eldest isn’t back until tonight, so it was up to Mum to sort it out … and there was nipping of my fingers in the process. Ow!

I took a deep breathe and tried to grab a rat to transfer them to the other cage during the restructure, but it was such a slippery little sucker, repeatedly squirming out of my hands and jumping away. Ewwww!

I had words with the eldest on Friday and again yesterday because they’re refusing to go to New York if they can’t spend a week of the school holidays in Sydney with their friends (in addition to two weeks overseas). As their low attendance rate doesn’t allow for such extravagances, the eldest may be staying home with me while the others go to the Big Apple. Their mule-like stubbornness incensed me.

It’s New York FFS. I would love someone to give me a free trip to New York. I mean it’s no skin off my nose if they don’t go, but … are they kidding? Grrrrrrrrrr.

Well, I think it’s the eldest’s mule-like stubbornness that incensed me, but it’s hard to tell because I’m permanently incensed at the moment. You should hear my language in the car when I’m dealing with a constant parade of eeejits on the road … very colourful.

I’m blaming my fury on peri-menopause. I blame everything on peri-menopause these days.

Moving along from infuriating teen behaviour …

My mum got the all-clear from a cancer diagnosis last week, following a successful operation. It’s been a very stressful time, but woo-hoo, she’s beaten it! She’s a tough one too – got through the entire post-op recovery on Panadol.

The youngest, on the other hand, is still languishing in bed on day seven following  her surgery. It hasn’t helped that she dropped her phone on her nose and made it bleed.

Cue more muttering from raging, peri-menopausal me.

I dashed home from work at lunchtime yesterday to help with yet another session of nasal washing. And I’ll be doing the same today. Woot.

Hmmm … is that it? I think that might be it, for the last few days at least.

I noted to DD – as we had a quick dinner together on Sunday night – that it had been a big week. He corrected me to say it’s been a big year. Man, it’s been a big year. And it’s only June, still six months to go.

Hold me while I find the energy to help organise a trivia night for the skipping club.

Song of the day: Oasis “Don’t look back in anger”