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Hooray, Bugger!
One of those days where you think HOORAY lovely! Bugger, awful, Hooray! Bugger..... Am in a bugger moment right now, although the boys are asleep and H is out so HOORAY!
We are all getting colds and sore throats, at least they appear to be quick ones, 3 days and back on track. Seth's turn today ( and mine but mummies have to just get on with it so I don't count.)
Took the others to school and parked up ( no mean feat I tell you, HOORAY! Parking space, bugger some inpatient nelly wants me to move, lose parking space have to drive around and then give up and just park on the pavement, HOORAY! no traffic wardens because council or whoever have made so many cuts that they aren't shelling out for the loathed ticket givers and bringers of misery) So return to the car after the morning ritual of peeling Isaac off my being and making a mad dash for the door blowing kisses and proclaiming love all the while.
" Excuse me!! EXCUSE ME!" said harried woman with stroller. " I couldn't get past this morning because of the bins ( not MY bins) and you parking there ( ack, that was my fault) "
" Sorry" ( apology given, albeit not the most sincere or heartfelt)
" I had SIX children with me ( longed to make some wise crack about birth control or spacing children blah blah but BUGGER have 6 kids myself, although at least mine are spaced so that I never have to have all 6 with me on the school run HOORAY!) and we had to walk ON THE ROAD......"
"And I. HAVE.JUST.SAID.SORRY." Honestly, this morning was so not the one to pick on me and expect grovelling or even basic good manners.
The day sort of went like that most of the time. I did sort out all those little bits and bobs that needed doing, travel insurance. Bugger, already paid £228, called about our pre-existing conditions, " Thankyou Mrs paying out hand over fist this had better be the best damn holiday ever, for calling, now all we need is yet more money £9.45 for you ( HOORAY!) and £184 for your husband. ( Bugger) One of those things where you talk yourself into a spin....look, he has all the meds hasn't had a bit of trouble for all these years as long as he takes the meds......yeah but what if......oh shut up it's time for the good bits, holiday and fun not heart attacks and hospitals.....yeah but your luck and all that, you know how it goes........Then we just say " Ha! don't have it, that answers that question,"
so H, you can break any bone you like, get appendicitis, fall off a ladder, have a gastric attack but heart attack or stroke....do it before we go or when we get back please because I am out of funds, poor as the proverbial church mouse....... all of which might well be unnecessary because today he made me want to smack him over the head with a hard something and go away without him. One of those days, bugger.
Went to the park with Jane and the beautiful girls, spent an hour or so letting them run off some crazy and then came home, opened my mouth and somehow encouraged H to be a complete arse. How does that happen? Just when you think all is well and you just say one tiny thing that doesn't mean anything and it starts a great big old hate fest? He's out now, having gone without saying goodbye ( which is good because now I don't feel a bit bad about not trying to collect him, let him walk, maybe the exercise will make him nicer by the time he gets back.) There are days when his lack of understanding that sometimes a chat, about nothing in particular might be nice, if I mention a little tidbit of irrelevant information, its OK to say " you don't say?" or " really? Fancy that" It is not always alright to ask in an irritable tone " what does that mean? How? That's absurd" Therefore making me feel like an idiot for forgetting that small talk is not a part of our lives. Bugger.
Seth is the same, the endless needing to have things explained because that IS SO NOT LITERAL or even SENSIBLE or MEAN ANYTHING!! WHAT? what? huh? And then we have the " uh oh..tears, the crying thing oh *sigh*"RUN. look the other way......sheesh.
Sometimes I long for a normal life..whatever that is!
On a totally new tack, I am watching a programme called China's stolen children. Am put firmly in my place. There are always people worse off than yourself. Have been stopped in my tracks, darn it.....can't even whine on my own blog now because people in china have had their baby boys stolen and are on their knees with grief. Changed channels ( am not shallow) and lo and behold am now watching a programme about a sweet young man dying from Muscular dystrophy. Am getting depressed, can't seem to find anything cheery, like Critical hour, where the people get better, or Cops, where the bad guys get caught and all have hair styles that I can laugh at. So failing that I shall go to the kitchen and get dessert. Hooray!
We are all getting colds and sore throats, at least they appear to be quick ones, 3 days and back on track. Seth's turn today ( and mine but mummies have to just get on with it so I don't count.)
Took the others to school and parked up ( no mean feat I tell you, HOORAY! Parking space, bugger some inpatient nelly wants me to move, lose parking space have to drive around and then give up and just park on the pavement, HOORAY! no traffic wardens because council or whoever have made so many cuts that they aren't shelling out for the loathed ticket givers and bringers of misery) So return to the car after the morning ritual of peeling Isaac off my being and making a mad dash for the door blowing kisses and proclaiming love all the while.
" Excuse me!! EXCUSE ME!" said harried woman with stroller. " I couldn't get past this morning because of the bins ( not MY bins) and you parking there ( ack, that was my fault) "
" Sorry" ( apology given, albeit not the most sincere or heartfelt)
" I had SIX children with me ( longed to make some wise crack about birth control or spacing children blah blah but BUGGER have 6 kids myself, although at least mine are spaced so that I never have to have all 6 with me on the school run HOORAY!) and we had to walk ON THE ROAD......"
"And I. HAVE.JUST.SAID.SORRY." Honestly, this morning was so not the one to pick on me and expect grovelling or even basic good manners.
The day sort of went like that most of the time. I did sort out all those little bits and bobs that needed doing, travel insurance. Bugger, already paid £228, called about our pre-existing conditions, " Thankyou Mrs paying out hand over fist this had better be the best damn holiday ever, for calling, now all we need is yet more money £9.45 for you ( HOORAY!) and £184 for your husband. ( Bugger) One of those things where you talk yourself into a spin....look, he has all the meds hasn't had a bit of trouble for all these years as long as he takes the meds......yeah but what if......oh shut up it's time for the good bits, holiday and fun not heart attacks and hospitals.....yeah but your luck and all that, you know how it goes........Then we just say " Ha! don't have it, that answers that question,"
so H, you can break any bone you like, get appendicitis, fall off a ladder, have a gastric attack but heart attack or stroke....do it before we go or when we get back please because I am out of funds, poor as the proverbial church mouse....... all of which might well be unnecessary because today he made me want to smack him over the head with a hard something and go away without him. One of those days, bugger.
Went to the park with Jane and the beautiful girls, spent an hour or so letting them run off some crazy and then came home, opened my mouth and somehow encouraged H to be a complete arse. How does that happen? Just when you think all is well and you just say one tiny thing that doesn't mean anything and it starts a great big old hate fest? He's out now, having gone without saying goodbye ( which is good because now I don't feel a bit bad about not trying to collect him, let him walk, maybe the exercise will make him nicer by the time he gets back.) There are days when his lack of understanding that sometimes a chat, about nothing in particular might be nice, if I mention a little tidbit of irrelevant information, its OK to say " you don't say?" or " really? Fancy that" It is not always alright to ask in an irritable tone " what does that mean? How? That's absurd" Therefore making me feel like an idiot for forgetting that small talk is not a part of our lives. Bugger.
Seth is the same, the endless needing to have things explained because that IS SO NOT LITERAL or even SENSIBLE or MEAN ANYTHING!! WHAT? what? huh? And then we have the " uh oh..tears, the crying thing oh *sigh*"RUN. look the other way......sheesh.
Sometimes I long for a normal life..whatever that is!
On a totally new tack, I am watching a programme called China's stolen children. Am put firmly in my place. There are always people worse off than yourself. Have been stopped in my tracks, darn it.....can't even whine on my own blog now because people in china have had their baby boys stolen and are on their knees with grief. Changed channels ( am not shallow) and lo and behold am now watching a programme about a sweet young man dying from Muscular dystrophy. Am getting depressed, can't seem to find anything cheery, like Critical hour, where the people get better, or Cops, where the bad guys get caught and all have hair styles that I can laugh at. So failing that I shall go to the kitchen and get dessert. Hooray!
Labels: whining
posted by The other me | 7:59 pm
5 Comments:
Mike and I argued this weekend. This morning, as he was getting ready to leave out, he told me he only had 15 minutes before he was gone and would I just shut up. Then went on to tell me he wished I wasn't here, that we'd split years ago when we were headed down that path. No small talk for us. Just complaining, kid talk, to do talk...noting that isn't important.
Sometimes life just sucks. Balance for when it's so good it's hard to believe I suppose.
Oh, most everything has been BUGGER to me as of late. Some days every thing that come out of dear husbands mouth makes me mad. That's an awful mode to be in but it happens. Maybe tomorrow will be better! Clara
Oh, hopefully the walk did him good. We certainly have our moments around here. MEN! And ladies with 6 children out at once and insurance ppl!
Hope everyone gets feeling better soon! I am the only one sick here. Frankly, as much as it is a buggar, I think it's better for me to be sick than the kids or husband. Sad, isn't it?
I have come up with the solution of never discussing much with my husband. Just the day to day stuff. He doesn't want to hear or understand how I feel so I have given up telling him and having him make me feel like I am crazy.
I hope the walk did H some good Helen.
Yum, dessert! :) Always a good pick me up.
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