drwex | Episode 11, in which our hero wakes up in WTFistan

(and no, I'm not talking about the election results; later on that.)

This weekend was pretty good. Feeling fine, did costume things, went to parties, took the kids out for TorT en mob with lots of other people and their kids. Mood good, health OK. (*) The kids even spontaneously arranged to sleep over at a friend's house on Saturday night so we got to pretend to be adults for a while.

The Intarwebz were a bit flaky Saturday and I got RCN to admit that yes the problem was signal loss on their side (which is good because any other solution would have cost me more money). Usually they fix these things in a few hours (cue ominous music). Sunday I was pretty bitchy with them, because they were unable to tell me when it would be fixed and I got a little tired of their helpdesk Indian script-weenies. But overall Sunday was good and everyone was fine.

Monday AM I wake up with another attack of what we suspect is sinusitis. I discover that Wifey is sick, and that Thing 1 has been freaked by the mice or whatever in the walls again and has gone downstairs. Of course he is awake, not sleeping, and you can see where this is going. Neither he nor I get any sleep for the next couple hours.

Attempting to wake up Thing 2 gets us cranky tired child with bellyache to liven up the mix. At this point Thing 1 decides he's finally too tired to keep himself awake and crashes out. And did I mention still no Internet?

We declared it a household sick day. I've not had a day I wanted to fire before 7:30 AM in a long time. Yeesh.

(*) Saturday had a bump in the emotional road with me badly miscommunicating to the g/f.