NC your ds is so brave for going back, its so difficult for them sometimes when something like that happens. Hugs for you both.
Am glad you are OKish mylife, try and get some real life support tho I know how tricky it is.
Not dry here. Didn't think I would be.
Reasons I am not dry.
- It is fucking freezing and I froze my arse off this morning doing the school run then went to feed and water the chickens. I took them bread, warm water, warm porridge and topped their bed up. They were very thirsty as their water had frozen in the night. Several people have chickens/ducks/pigeons on the allotment.
At 10.30am when I finally left after an hour, only me and the lady at the back of me had bothered to turn up to feed and more importantly water their animals. I know this because of the foot prints (or lack of) from the gate.
Rotten, lazy bastards. Poor, poor chooks.
- DH came home from work early. Fucker. He annoys me when he is home and should be at work.
- Ds is a little twat. He is.
- Because I have pmt. Major pmt.
- Because Dh isn't drinking. And it annoys me when he doesn't drink because he huffs and puffs and sighs a lot.
- Because he's been for a nan nap earlier and moved the clean piles of washing on thr bed waiting to be put away to the chair. Instead of putting them away because he 'doesn't know where they go'. In the fucking fridge Dh, where do you think? Silly place to put clothes, you would think they go in wardrobes or chest of fucking drawers wouldn't you?
Apparently he's tired so needed a nan nap after last nights trauma. I did actually laugh hysterically at him last night.
It was 10.30pm. He had been asleep about 30 minutes. I turned the news off, started to drift off then realised he was facing me, not only snoring in my face but also stealing my air. Poked him and told him to turn over, which he always does (otherwise I poke him with my toes on his shins). So he's turned over, flails his arms about a bit, knocks his glass of water off the chest of drawers at the side of the bed and drenches his face in cold water. Made a horrible, shocked, sucking in noise then lay there blinking looking traumatised saying 'what the fuck, fucking jesus, what fucking happened'.
Obviously being the kind and sympathetic kind wife I am absolutely pissed myself. I literally spend the next hour smirking, then giggling then all out hysterically laughing at him.
So yeah. Have had a bottle of coors, and currently got a very nice g and t on the go. Am not even bothered
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