Not really asking for advice....just complaining.
So DH was woken up at 5am by the jackdaws yelling in next door's chimney. (This is a real thing. Country life, folks. Those little sods are LOUD.) So he's half-asleep and not grumpy but not what you'd call communicative. Has begun the day by muttering at the radio, the world is going to hell in a handcart.
DS, who is back at school, woke up late and is grumpy, complaining about having finished the fun part of their school topic, his trousers don't fit, his shirt collar isn't comfortable. He can be a proper whiny small boy and we have had the conversation about looking for the nice things many times, but it doesn't take at this time in the morning.
I'm WFH. My inbox is full of people on the verge of crisis. (Which is fine, but one crisis at once, please form an orderly queue.)
This afternoon I will be spending my usual 2 hours working from mother's, in which I work and do her personal care bits in between dealing with people in crisis, and during which she TALKS CONTINUALLY. Most of which is mildly-paranoid bollocks about the neighbours or her interminable health problems.
The cats are being weird and needy, and I am getting fed up with Zoom calls with the senior managers being hijacked by furry team members.
I would LOVE to be able to lose my shit, but it never seems to be my turn....
Oh and just to add in. My laptop has now decided to play the random "right click but I'm going to give you the left click menu" game.