Archive for March, 2009

Moan festival

Monday, March 30, 2009

People, I got 12 comments on my last post!  12!  It’s a record!  Awesome, thank you!  And thank you for the affirming advice.  I’ll let you know what we figure out.  But I really appreciate the discussion.

Particularly as this week is just full of suckage.

Mark’s on a business trip until Wednesday or Thursday.

I have an extremely busy week at work.

Mark normally does daycare drop-off, but now I have to, which means I need to bust a gut getting them and me out the door in order not to miss my train.  Our local public transport is very limited so it’s not like I can catch another train 5 minutes later if I miss that one.  If I miss that one, the whole day is shot.

I was sort of hoping Oliver was going to step up and be Mummy’s little helper, which I’ve been prepping him for.

Instead, tonight, he poured his milk all over his dinner (on purpose).  He insisted on sitting in a poo-filled Pull Up for said dinner.  After he finally agreed to be cleaned up, he pee’d into one of his toys and then sat on the couch playing with himself.

I’ve had to remove myself from hanging out with him right now.  Because I AM SO ANGRY I can barely see straight.  I am resentful (when’s MY business trip?? when do I get to go away) and I am so damn frustrated with Oliver.  Callum was grumpy and snotty.  The dog can’t get taken for a proper walk because I can’t leave the house unless the kids are both with me.

I’m trying to focus on the fact that in about a week and a half, I’ll be on a beach with some kind of rum concoction in my hand.  But’s it’s bloody hard to see past the piss right now.

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