To taxi driver: STAY IN YOUR OWN LANE FOR GOODNESS SAKE!
To clients: I am not a miracle worker. The miracle worker’s name is GOD.
To work colleagues: Please stop asking me questions WHEN I AM WALKING OUT THE DOOR. Believe it or not, I would like to go home after my shift is over.
To cats: Thank you for using the litter tray.
To scarf on my head: STAY PUT FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!
To hot cup of tea: Thank you for the perfect end to a not so perfect day.
Here she bloody is.
Grumpy, p’d off and really crabby today. The children haven’t been obedient, mindless robots today and sadly that is what I am expecting of them today. Just today, mind. Just today I would like them to dutifully obey and not whinge or whine or cry or have a meltdown. I would like a monotone, “Yes, mother,” along with said obedience.
So I haven’t been managing stress levels very well, WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT? DO YOU WANNA FIGHT? DO YA? DO YA? SHUT UP!
My in-laws are visiting in one week and my house is a shambles. I’m trying desperately to get it to look like a normal person’s home but alas ’tis not working out favourably in that regard. Doubtless, there are those who will argue but in truth, my home DOES have a routine. The routine being I do what needs to be done and I make allowances for things that are not pressing. Like ironing (pun not intended and gosh I am so unintentionally clever) or the floor that needs mopping. So now those 6 years of “half doing” housework have finally caught up with me and it’s not a pretty sight.
I have neglected my blog and my loyal readership in favour of cleaning! Do you see how dire the situation is?
*looks around at neverending mess*
*cries*
