Just Me!! The Butterfly effect

It is pouring with rain, the wind is howling, it is pitch black outside and the dog decides she needs to go. Like desperately wants to go, no time to grab coat or scarf, grab the lead and out, the wind hit me from all sides and the rain drenched me in a matter of minutes. Still at least she didn't have an accident in the house.

I cleaned all my room, vacumed, now that is funny, Molly doesn't like the vacum and so she attacks it and got down on my hands and knees and polished/wiped my laminated floor, it is gleaming now Course then we both came in from the wet windy outside and it got wet foot and paw prints all over it Ah well, a cloth soon sorted that.

And now maybe some tea and relaxation is in order

Faerie: Aren't you a cute little flying person? Faeries are earth spirits. They live among each element completely hidden. They have cousins called Pixies. Pixies however, are very mischevious. They enjoy tormenting other creatures for fun. Little pranksters.. I hope you never meet one. Pixies have a bad reputation for finding a creature and clinging to them until death. Faeries can be somewhat close to a Pixie, but mostly they are loving, playful, and carry with them a child-like enthusiasm for life. Hide among the pedals of a Daisy, you are a Faerie.
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So apparently I am a faerie, though it wouldn't let me place the actual script and pic here, for some reason blog.co is doing  that right now, even with my music, some days I can put things on some days no matter how I try it wont play. I am beginning to wonder what the point is in being Pro?

I was supposed to spend the night up at the destructors house with the children, on account of the dog, they were worried about it being left on its own as it is quite new to the household and everything is strange to it, I was worried about the children being alone with it this morning, they dont get to bed until six, the children are up at half seven, normally it isn't a problem because they are with me, but they would have been left alone and apparently yesterday the dog wouldn't let the little one out of the bedroom, which is good because it means he can not do any damage, but, my son tells me that they keep teasing her and she is not liking it. She is not a nasty dog, but she is only thirteen months old, still a baby herself, and there is no way you can trust the kids not to tease her.

I persuaded him, quite easily, that it would be better for them to stay at mine so they could get a proper sleep when they finished work, the dog has to learn to be left and the children have to learn to be good to her, with supervision, once they are used to her and she is no longer a novelty they will leave her alone and she will be more tolerant. Except now I am stuck in the house all day with the children, me and my bright ideas.

Still there is much to do, cleaning to be done, stories to be written, books to be read. Clothes to be ironed, cupboards to sort. Damn it must be time for a coffee