Bit of a bad week.

Not a good week.

At the start of the new year, Daddy wanted to go over the rules, seeing if he wanted any changes. There weren’t many, my lines have gone from 50 to 150 every day, and all photos of my lines, my maths, selfie and naughty selfie HAS to be sent before 10am.

Everything else was the same, but he said he would be clamping down on any bratty behaviour, even the tiniest thing.

The brat in me will have to check this out and see if Daddy means this. You know I love being a bit bratty.

On 5th Jan, I was 15 minutes late sending Daddy my tasks.

Daddy told me I had to do double lines in different rainbow colours the next day, 6th Jan.

I was really tired and knew that the lines were not really neat.

So 7th Jan I was told to repeat them again, and make sure I was not making up sentences this time. Apparently I was writing Master instead of Daddy in the sentence.

Tues 8th Jan, my back was awful, I think the mix of December being such a busy time, life in general with my back and then a very nice play on the Monday. I was in agony and could barely walk. So I was told NOT to do anything, rest only. And Daddy was deadly serious about this. But I didn’t break his rule, piles of laundry boxes were in the kitchen waiting to be washed but they would just have to stay there. I went to bed for most of the day, hot water bottles and diazepam were keeping me company.

Wed 9th, my back was no better. I tried to discuss the do nothing rule but Daddy said there was nothing to discuss. I had been blogging in the morning and forgot to send my tasks, I ended up being 14 minutes late again. I also had to admit I swore when writing a message to PiggyJ and said the poo word when I nearly tripped over and headbutted the corner of E’s wardrobe when I was sorting out food for the cat. She lives in his room, her food is kept on the windowsill and he has his arm weights on the floor at the bottom end of his bed, which is the only area you can walk to reach the windowsill.

I had to go to bed at 7pm, plus Daddy had Master put 2 spoons of rice into a container and I had to count them to see how many there were. And do double lines again in rainbow colours. Plus the following day I had to send a selfie every hour from the time I got up to the time I go to bed. He wanted some happy smiling faces and naked selfies too. (Master heard this and suggested I draw smiling faces on my body to send to him as well.) I intend to set a timer for every hour so throughout the day, I would send a picture. Having done this many times for Master, I now take all of them, plus some extras, in one go. So I will set up my selfie stick and wander around taking different shots. PiggyJ told me to set my alarm to go off every morning before your due to send the tasks, just to remind me, so I’ve done this too.

Thurs 9th was a busy day, with double lines, doing the selfies, my back was a little better so I was allowed to do some laundry, but that’s it. I was really tired and as usual became bratty tired Little Minxs. By the end of the day, I was sent to bed at 7pm, I could watch TV until 8pm, but only BBC 1 OR 2, then read a book. NO ELECTRONICS, I have no books, they are all on my kindle, so i found one in E’s room. But when it came to reading it, I couldn’t see the writing. The font on my kindle is bigger, so I tried using my flashlight to help, my magnifying glass was downstairs. I gave up and went to sleep just after 8.

Yesterday, I remembered my tasks, PiggyJ was coming for the day, we should have been going to the cinema but we all thought it wasn’t a good idea, walking to cinema from car park, climbing the stairs, the film was on for 2 hours, so may need to go for a wee during the film, so we decided if I felt okay, we would go for lunch. Master said he would see if he could come along and have a proper lunch time away from the computer but unfortunately he was mad busy as usual. But PiggyJ and I had a great time, chatted bout the boys, kids, everything. It’s so easy to just chat with her, any quiet moments were just natural. We enjoyed our lunch, but had no pudding, that was PiggyJ’s suggestion now we are all getting into healthy eating again. Back home we had a cuppa then PiggyJ had to leave to pick Daddy up from work.

I must admit I was really tired when PiggyJ left, but it came out as a bit bratty. When I pulled a face at Daddy he told me to take my phone and go outside, walk to the other end of the garden, put the phone somewhere where I could see him and then do 5 minute timeout facing the fence with my hands on my head. There was something else I did, can’t remember what, but Daddy said I was banned from drinking alcohol on Saturday when we go round to theirs. I’m not allowed to play either but not because I’ve been naughty, just because I will make my back even worse as I do grind/move around a lot during play.

I went to bed early, fell asleep not long after 8pm. Hopefully next week I will be a good girl all week. Or maybe not lol.

My mouth got me in trouble again.

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.

Daddy is getting stricter.

I’m really liking it now Daddy is becoming stricter, new things are getting added to the rules. Of course I will try my best to follow them, but when I’m in a mood, feeling bratty or just feeling cheeky these rules tend to be forgotten.

The other day on video chat, Daddy had disappeared off the screen, though he was still talking, I think it was about how his baby girl shouldn’t swear or misbehave. It was just general chat, so I said, “Oh, LaaDeDahDehDah, DehDah,

LaaDeDahDehDah, “ giggling. He quickly returned to the phone, “Oi don’t you LaaDeDah to me.”  

Mmmmmmmmmmm something Daddy doesn’t approve of, I can have fun with this, I thought to myself. Course he thought this was funny but also cheeky.

He has always said when I’m bratty he does find it funny, but as with Master, there’s a limit I can go to, it’s always fun to push further, as I can’t really push with Master.
If I was in a serious mood, sulking or having a tantrum, he would just send me to bed for an early night, or send me upstairs until I’ve stopped.

Yesterday we got onto the subject of eye rolling, and he said that was a definite No No, it’s disrespectful. I don’t quite agree with that, it’s cheeky yes, but disrespectful, I’m not sure about that. This morning I told him that if he really thought that strongly about it then it must go in the rules. Especially as he said, if I roll my eyes at him, I have to tell him, like I do with swearing and now the LaaDeDah thing.

Boy it’s hard being a good little girl every day.

Sometimes I think it’s funny when I know I’ve said something, sworn, yet he hasn’t noticed. As when he’s at home, him and PiggyJ swear all the time and also in their job, they swear with their colleagues. Though when he’s with me he doesn’t swear as much as I’ve explained how difficult it is when he’s swearing all the time. And that Daddy should show a good example to his little girl. But words just slip out of my mouth, like today.

Daddy video calls me, he said his colleague had just popped out to go to the shop for him.  Then I asked “Why aren’t you going to the shop yourself, you lazy bugger.” Then I stopped quickly, realising what I had just said. But Daddy never noticed, he just continued and said his mate was going for a drink so he was getting one for him too. We continued to chat then he had to go back to work. I messaged PiggyJ and asked her to ask him if all was ok, or had I got into trouble today, So at lunch time she did,  he hadn’t noticed until he video called me again PiggyJ came on and said “ What did I say, told you he wouldn’t notice.” Daddy was looking bewildered. So she said, “When you were chatting with littl’en before, did she say anything she shouldn’t ?” Both Daddy and PiggyJ call me littl’en, short for little one all the time. They call their son that too, and PiggyJ’s Dad calls her that, I think it must be a Bolton saying. Either way, I like it.  Anyway Daddy looked from me to her, still confused, so PiggyJ asked again. “No, not that I’m aware of, why has she…..have you been saying something you shouldn’t ?” He asked me, as I was giggling, so I explained, and he hadn’t noticed, I told him it was a slip of the tongue. He said, “I honestly didn’t notice, if it was the F bomb I wudda done.” I said “It was a pure accident, a slip of the tongue.” Then he never said anything else about it.

Yesterday I was in a mood from hell, having 3 hours sleep, I was in a mood with Daddy, Master and E. I admitted I swore like a sailor when a coat belonging to E slipped of the kitchen counter, taking with it a full, opened box of small screws. Well it was of course E’s fault, fancy putting his coat on top of the box of fucking screws, why can’t these men hang their fucking coats up ! Then it was Masters fault, why can’t he fucking put his tools away instead of months on the breakfast bar, and so on and so forth. Yes I swear loads when I’m very very tired. Daddy video called after I told him what happened, he said “You look exhausted, absolutely shattered. Right I want you to go to bed this afternoon, then punishment for all your swearing is bed at 8pm, no tv and I will tell Master so he knows as well.” “No tv, can I at least read my book ?” I asked.  Pouting but also aware he was right, he said he would think about it. But I mean it, straight to bed after our call. Unfortunately I couldn’t go to bed until nearly 3.30pm, coz my car are being returned after its service, so I had to wait for that but I did go to bed as soon as it came back, but only managed 30 minutes sleep if that. At 7.30pm, Master began telling me it was nearly bedtime so I guessed I still had to go up to bed at 7.45pm, Just before bedtime Daddy told me I could read until 8.30, but no faffing about. I did as I was told, and must admit I must have been tired coz it didn’t take long before I was asleep. Though woke up at 11.30pm, thinking it was 3.30am, but I was hungry so made a coffee, watched half hours tv then went to bed until 4am. So I had a good sleep, which it made me feel bright and breezy today but it didn’t.