Crazed Mother of Three Threatens E-On in Mad Rage over Keys and Snow

I may have reached the end of my life. The end of a wonderful, beautiful life. I also may not. But for this moment I am choosing self pity, above all else, as it is a Sunday evening (weekend), and I'm alone, as Dane's away in Scotland with work, a man from next door, and a lot more snow than I've got. There is probably nothing more wrong with me, than a small headache, and a little light headedness due to lack of sleep and too much noise from 2 year olds.


Typical how it happens though. You have the weekend. A lovely full weekend, with the OH and kids around you. Then BANG, as you're about to go back to the grindstone, a headache kicks you in the temple and there's no one around to squeeze your hand and support you through the terrible ordeal that is 'PUSSINESS'.


So for my next trick, I will be waking at 6.30am to get 3 children ready to walk a mile downhill in snow to school. THEN, just to show off, I will push two of them back up in the buggy, clean the house and do a headstand whilst licking both my nipples. -_-

And then the men have the bloody nerve to say, ''Washing up? oh I don't think so.'' ''Fix the what? On a Sunday? Are you gone MAD?'' Ahh, a woman's work is never done. I have a doctor's appointment and a school play to attend, food shopping to buy, library books to return, Christmas presents to buy, wrap and remember to buy tags for, New drawers and cupboards to rearrange, a hallway to strip, a hallway and a bedroom to paint, a 2 year old to tame, a rabbit hutch to clean out, and a BIG problem with a BIG electrical supplier to sort out. And my deadline is 5 days. lots of afore mentioned tasks are to be completed in working hours, and all tasks are to be completed without a car! Don't forget the menial day to day tasks and endless nappy changes (add potty training to the list). I think I need a holiday.


However, Although I moan about the grumpy, 6ft 2, ogrish, self obsessed, slightly camp, grumbling, miserable bastard (who I know sneakily reads this blog), and my loud, annoying, bossy, snotty children (who can't read but know 's' and 'a'). I have to take a second to say how much I love them all. And writing it with a smile, I know I'm really a very lucky hypochondriac blonde idiot. And it warms one's insides to realise it. :)