Good Mum/Bad Mum

So, things aren't going quite so well with the tamagochi. I semi-forgot about it this morning. Well, I say I semi-forgot about it. That's not quite true. I completly forgot about it - however that makes me sound like a truly bad tamagochi-keeper. I remembered about it at about 3 this afternoon when it started beeping louder than usual.

Possibly it had been beeping all day - however I had become quite engrossed in something I was doing at work - so if anything, at least I can say I am dedicated to my work if not to my tamagochi.

So at 3pm I fish it out of my bag, to find that it has, as usual, been over-indulging in toilet-visits. It is sitting in two small piles of its own excrement. And who knows how long it has been in this situation. In fact, it is not only that it has been sitting in its own excrement for, potentially, hours, but when I check how happy and hungry the thing is, it is both hungry to the point of starvation and miserable to the point of depression.

Several meals and snacks later and after a bit of skipping, tamagochi is happy again. Phew, I am restored to good mother status... ish.