So I have been called out by a surprising number of people for my long blogging absence. Actually, I have been posting, over at Century Finds. And running a non-stop personal blog commentary in my head, not that it does much good swirling around in there. Oh, and also DIY. I wish I could stop doing DIY but it is kind of an obsession. Right now I want to coat everything in brightly colored Rustoleum, and fix the leaky faucets (not difficult, unless you need to turn the water off at the mains and are just not strong enough).
Also, The Wictor turned three and started channeling Johnathan Adler. He demanded I paint his room orange. And yes, echoes of the dining room, after three weeks I am about halfway through.
But mostly, it takes a lot to try and expand a fledgling retail business in the current environment, while maneuvering to keep three young children from killing each other from boredom or frying their brains with a TV screen. I have to admit I just can’t keep up with the all the demands and something has to give.
I am sure it will all straighten out sometime, like oh when that yellow bus restarts its regular runs through the neighborhood… In the meantime, for your amusement and entertainment, here is a list of all the things which have broken around here in the last few weeks.
The downstairs air conditioning unit (compressor)
My car (battery harness which sounds very impressive but is actually two skinny $300 cables which in turn fried the battery.)
Big toe on my left foot (via a full gallon of apple juice)
Washers on five faucets
The sprinkler system (Just add horses)
The DVD player
My relations with my web hosting company
The freezer is making a whining noise too, and when I googled “my freezer is making a whining noise” the general opinion seemed to be “get a new freezer”. So goodbye, holiday on the French Riviera.
Looking at that list, I should be depressed. But how can I be sad when I spend my days with such fascinating individuals?
For the last few days Baby Sister and I have been discussing Death. As you may know I am fairly superstitious so I am not at all comfortable with this. I am probably also breaking every parenting rule in the book. I did try to cheat by playing the reincarnation card, which worked for a short while (she decided she would come back as a unicorn) but she is way too clever for me.
At least now we have established that Baby Sister would not enjoy being cremated. And:
“Mommy, when there is no more room in the cemetery, do they dig the dead people out?”
My answer: “Dig them out? Oh, where did you hear that sweetheart? Do you want nutella on your toast?” .
Yes, I lie to my children sometimes. By default. If it buys me an extra hours peace…
And now, The Wictor. He is really coming into his own. Apart from managing his bedroom interior design project, The Wictor appears to enjoy fashion.
And he has perfected this seasons Maison Wictor look:
Or would this be his new signature style?
And just to prove I didn’t decorate him while he was asleep, here is another:
Forget Johnathan Adler, he may be the next Grayson Perry.
(Why so many photos of The Wictor? Because he turns out to also be a real media wh*re. He wants his photo taken … like … all the time. )
Meanwhile, The T-Bot has been conducting psychological experiments on the cat. It turns out Fiji either has ADHD or is terribly indecisive, because he refused to point his nose in the right direction twice. Yes, no, yes, no, and he wouldn’t cooperate even for treats. Or maybe he is in control here and is just messing with the T-Bot’s mind.
The T-Bot gave up on the animal in the end. He has been keeping himself busy this summer with Legos, science experiments, and jewelry design.
Also, his already overactive imagination has gone into overdrive. I made a little montage of all the friends he has invited to stay, all at the same time. They are all sleeping in the T-Bot’s room and eating me out of house and home. They come down in the morning, pushing and squabbling and expect me to make space around the breakfast table. Chowder especially does not get on with Chomper (possibly not pictured, because I can’t tell those dinosaurs apart) and the T-Bot is worried that having Bumblebee around might attract stray Decepticons, which quite frankly makes me worry too 
I asked the T-Bot to make them go away, but he says they like it here.
So now do you see why I haven’t had time to post?
