Things that go bump… #weepingangels #doctorwho

Another night where I have work that needs doing, and it’s very difficult to do during the day when I don’t have any childcare help, but I’m thinking about everything else.

Here’s how the internal struggle has been going:

1) I’m not hungry, but suddenly decide I need a snack. There are salty dry roasted almonds and sweet dried pineapple downstairs in the pantry… a perfect match.

2) My house is a mess. It’s like a toy farm where toys are growing everywhere, and most especially on the carpet. If I go downstairs there’s a high percentage chance I will trip on one of these highly sustainable toy crops and possibly break something (me or the toy).

3) But I really do want a snack. Don’t need one, just want one. I should brave it.

4) In the hallway, looking down the stairs into darkness. What if there’s a Weeping Angel down there?*

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5) I’m the mom now. I’m the adult in the house. It’s high time to stop worrying about silly things and just go get my snack!

6) But I don’t really need a snack. Though I do want one….

7) For goodness sakes woman!

8) Okay, down the stairs, flipping lights on as I go (harder for a Weeping Angel to sneak up on you when it’s light). And it’s snack time!

9) Maybe a quick game of Candy Crush while I’m near where I keep my cell phone docked….

10) Oh no! Has it already been almost an hour? I have GOT to get that work done!

11) What if there’s a Weeping Angel at the top of the stairs?

12) Back to the office. Now that the struggle is over, and I’m still avoiding work by writing a blog post about it, I feel that the snack was definitely justified. However, I’m starting to get really thirsty…

 

*while I realize Weeping Angels are fictional and therefore highly unlikely to be in my house, ever since I saw the Doctor Who episode called Blink I have been convinced that I’m going to find a seemingly innocent statue perched in my house in a place where it shouldn’t be, and as soon as I turn my back… BAM!

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