Wow, this freelancing work is great isn’t it? Unless the kids teachers are on strike, and you fancy flogging yourself with a stick over the guilt you feel for palming them off with electronic devices while you try to work?
Anyhoo, Friday was going to be organised and productive.
I had two calls to make then a swim planned.
At 8.30am there was a knock on the door. Still in pyjamas, I answered it to find a nice lady asking “Is that your rabbit?”.
I looked over her shoulder to see Night casually mooching around the front yard.
“He was in the road” she continued.
Fffff….
I began my attempt to recapture the rabbit, shouting my thanks to the lady over my shoulder as I went. Too late I realised I was not wearing a bra.
Clutching my uncontained boobs in one hand I yelled at Cheeky Monkey to corale the rabbit with me.
I was never meant to run bra-less. Judging by the look on the lady and her son’s face , they knew this too.
20 minutes later, covered in sweat, we the rabbit was ours.
I basked in the glory for all of 30 seconds when we discovered Timmy (bunny number 2) was MIA.
Cue CM’s bottom lip quivering. 5 minutes before school started.
Great. I promised to find the other rabbit. Who obviously hadn’t left a note saying where he’d gone.
After cancelling my swim I spent the morning trying to work, in between furtively checking the bushes in the garden for the bloody rabbit, who deigned to rehoin the household around lunchtime.
Phew. (Note CM was more concerned about having an icy pole than whether his “beloved” rabbit had returned. Pfft.)
Wire fencing now surrounds the perimeter of the garden. (TS has mentioned barbed wire around the top. I think he’s joking?)
So now I have to hurdle a wire fence to put out the washing. Great.
This, plus the ever spiralling vets bills ($200 for emergency trip a fortnight ago and a quote for $150 for a rabbit desexing), caused TS to send me a link for rabbit recipes.
Meanwhile, TS looks at his own vasectomy leaflets longingly, knowing he is well done the pecking, well snipping, order.
He commented to a friend recently that when I return to the house, I ask how everyone is, in the following order: “Boys, Bunnies, Me”.
(Sometimes the bunnies come before the boys. (MOTY*)).
I think this is why I said “no pets” for so long.
Because I knew they would worm their furry litre selves into my cold,cold, heart.
And they have.
Planning their next escape.
*Mother of the Year
Do you have pets? Did you resist? Do they rule the roost?
Yes, Yes and YESSS!! Bless…
After YEARS of telling my three boys we couldn’t have a dog (because I KNEW it would be me cleaning up after it) we finally got one about 18 months ago. Life has not been the same. Spencer, our black English Staffy, has chewed, slobbered and pooed and peed on my carpet throughout the house. But he has also showered us with love and is the most loyal, sweet natured dog ever. The chewing has, thankfully, transferred to dog appropriate toys and not my chairs, shoes or wooden furniture and he’s MUCH better about where he goes to the loo (thank God) so those early days are but a distant memory
Plus he provides the perfect reason to walk my youngest son to school every day. We wouldn’t be without him.
Love those bunnies too – glad they were found safe and sound x
Aw that is sweet. Mine would love a dog…:)
We have a cat & he’s a really great pet (though he thinks he’s a dog). He does distract our Xas at every moment which is really frustrating but he provides our kids with quiet companionship which we couldn’t be more happy with! Xas has been requesting a bunny for quite some time now, but I’ve seen many bunny escape tweets and I’m a little worried about that idea! Glad your bunnies have begun behaving themselves better though.