As most of you know my sleep pattern is pretty poor, well it’s shocking actually, and when I’m close to being exhausted tired, I forget things, I get impatient and my potty mouth comes out, A LOT.
Since Monday we’ve had workman down our street, doing something to the main road, so lorries are coming, to turn around or park down our road. Workman park their own cars down the road and walk past all day long. Now you wonder what’s wrong with that.
The problem, my dogs are dogs who like their routine, who know it’s unusual to have lorries down our road, and these strange people going past in high visibility vests, wearing hard hats, so they sit on the settee and bark at all the noises, at everyone/thing going past. Even though the curtains have been closed all week. Add this to the pesky teenagers who are setting fireworks off all the time, ( could be rude, but that would involve using naughty words, so I’m best not to,) the fireworks really upset them, Dave goes out and barks all the time, Muffin stays inside and barks. They won’t go out for a wee at bedtime, and are like many thousands of other dogs, just very distressed.
Now this along with it being Halloween, well that made them even worse. Halloween never normally affects them, other than barking at the doorbell, but last night they barked even more, the only thing to settle them was me sitting on the floor, dogs either side of me.
So upset dogs, very tired Little Minxs, I swore a few times at them then at the fireworks. Luckily they don’t understand English. But because I had a potty mouth, I had to tell Daddy.
Consequence, write a chapter of the story about the naughty mouse in trouble for swearing again and do sketches for it by Saturday.
Today, having had roughly 3 hours sleep, I was going to Costco with my best mate who swears like the ex-Naval Steward that she was. At the petrol station, filling up, there was a bit of road rage going on, the F bomb blurted out of my mouth 5 times, plus a collection of other words, whilst my mate F bombed a lot more than me. Obviously I had to confess.
Once we arrived at Costco, my friend had a cigarette and I messaged Daddy. He already knew I was beyond exhausted today, replying saying the only time I get a potty mouth is when I’m tired, so as I’m so tired bedtime is set for 7.30pm, NO TV, NO TABLET. I can read until 8pm then it’s straight to sleep. Me being a bit of a brat asked if that meant in bed for 7.30pm or go up at 7.30pm. As my usual bedtime routine is go up 15 minutes earlier to do my “faffing” about so I’m in bed for the set time. Daddy replied saying “ It’s up to you, you will lose reading time if you go up at 7.30 though.” MMMMMmmmmm looks like I am going to bed at 7.15 then.
The benefit of this should be I actually get sleep before Muffin does her quiet woofing at 2am, to get me up !!!!!! But I hate being set early bedtimes and this one is ridiculously early. We’ve already had “the talk” about what I could have said, about the alternate words I picked out for each swear word which I could have used, all I could do was apologise as I knew Daddy was right, it’s not the dogs fault they were distressed, it’s not my fault that I was tired but it was my fault that my potty mouth came out. I’ve 14 minutes left before bed.