AIBU to just ROAR?!

[coraltoes]

At the moment i just want to roar at the fucking world.
Roar at DH for having the freedom to work, to go to work dinners, trips, you name it.

Roar at PIL for being so fucking cold that they were in the neighbourhood (3 hours from where they live) yet didn't call in to see GD who they supposedly adore but don't see half enough of (their words).

Roar at fucking teetha granules for spilling all over the playmat.

Roar at the lady at baby music who wears god awful shoes and has bad hair and loves her own singing voice way too much.

Roar at DH whose solution to whenever I am tired/sick of DD teething is "just get my mum down" cos of course when tired and grumpy i want to have my MIL around and she didn't even bloody pop in when nearby, why would i bother?! Grrrrrrrrrr

Just bloody ROAR.

My ROAR for this week:

Yesterday was ds2's birthday. Because he had nursery school in the a.m, my sister and her 4 children coming round in the p.m and DH coming home early to have a birthday dinner with us, I invited the GPs and DH's sister and her husband around this Sunday for a birthday tea. But my PILs said they wanted to come yesterday as well (having already spent Tuesday morning with DS2, as they do every week). I told them it was a busy day, giving above reasons, and also said it wasn't really fair if they came and we didn't have my mum as well. I was taken aback that they told me they were coming, rather than asking if it was ok.

Anyway. MIL said it would 'only be a few minutes' (it never is, it's always at least an hour) and then when I still demurred, bleated that DS2 was her 'only grandchild' and that MY mum had several grandchildren she could see etc etc. I told them I would see what DH would say and they left.

DH, bless him, rang them and told them they couldn't come (citing reasons above) and they told him I was just 'making excuses' and didn't want them there.

So now I look like Mrs Unreasonable from Unreasonable Lane, despite always letting them round when I don't want them and despite them spending way more time with DS2 than he spends with his other GPs.

Grrr grrr grrr grr grr.

can I please have a roar at the fact that no matter how many times I clean my house within seconds of DS and DH coming home the place looks untouched, WHY can no one change a loo roll and put the empty tube in the bin, WHY does the carpet generate fluff the minute I turn my back and put the hoover away, WHY do doors attract shoes is there a rule that no matter how many times you are nagged that shoes must be left in the hall by the door,(Ds) or by the back door (DH) WHY does everyone get out of bed and leae the duvet in a heap, WHY do women always seem to be the only ones capable of ironing! (in my house anyway) god I am soooo sick of housework so am not doing a thing today. roar over thank you.

Some good roars here!
Ninky nonker, fingers crossed for your dc2 news.

ROOOOARRR

Fuck expressing at work and the horse it fucking rode the fuck in on.
It takes ALL my lunch break and I am getting less and less milk everyday and I end up doing so much in the way of compressions etc that I think Im doing more work than the fucking pump.

Wow that feels better.

I'm in a ROAR or sob mood, not quite sure which it'll be. Am doing a pretty good swan act in rl at the moment though.

I am utterly, down to the bones, sick of the fact that we're still not pg. Not even a m/c of late, the last of those was nearly 2 years ago. People around me are popping them out at a rate of knots and not even a whisper of a positive line for me.
I'm sick of having no money, and when I do have a little bit extra of being too worried to spend it on anything as I might need it for something more important in the future.
Of dd being bolshy, obnoxious, mouthy about everything and anything and far too opinionated for someone of 9 years old.
Of dh working away all week and living with his parents again so being treated like little Lord Fauntleroy and having everything, absolutely everything, done for him again while I'm working my arse off all day every day at home.
Because of the above I can't get out to quiz night with the girls, go to the gym or just pop out to see a friend for a coffee.
ROAR at the world and everyone in it today.

I am joining in, it's quite a list, OP you have my sympathies!

1). I have a 3 hour daily commute on London transport, I leave the house at 7.30am and get in between 7 and 7.30pm. By this time I am knackered.
2).DH thinks that if he 'cooks' using an Old El Paso fajita kit, he deserves a gold medal for being such a great help. (Does fuck all else except occasioanlly put DD to bed).
3). Due to aforementioned long hours, I am tired, some nights I just want to go to bed and sleep, not ahve rampant sex. DH thinks this means I don't fancy him/am boring/we have a shit sex life despite usually averaging at 6 tiems a week. I am fed up of feeling guilt tripped into having sex when I am exhausted.
4). DH hates his job, constantly bitches about it, the money is pretty shit too yet he refuses to apply for any jobs as he thinks he will soon be made redundant and wants his payout (has been saying this for nigh on 3 years).
5). Because of point 4, I am the main earner, and most of the financial pressure falls to me. I find this very stressful, and all I hear DH moan about is wanting to buy this, go here or do that and looks at me expectantly. Then get shirty when I tell him to pay for whatever it is himself.
6). I feel guilty about working so much (even though financially I have no choice) and miss my DD, but by the time I get home it's usually only an hour or so before she is due to go to bed, and she is whingey, stroppy and generally a bit of a pain. Some nights I dread getting home from work becuase I cannot be bothered with her whining after a long day. Then I feel guilty for feeling like that :(

I could go on, but these are my main 'ROAR's'

What the FurryOne wrote, word for word.

Also, I tried to do a favour for a friend, it didn't work and now she's angry with me. I won't bother in future.

I haven't left DD for more than 20 mins (twice) since she was born 7 months ago because I only have DH to do so and he's too scared she will get hungry or upset.

DD wants me to hold her hands while she tries to walk or to be asleep on me. She howls if left on her own. She howled for 2 hours last night for no reason.

Someone tried to break in last week. My mother says this is my fault although she can't tell me why.

The next person who treats me like an idiot because I have a small child may get punched. Yes I'm sleep deprived and casually dressed but I have a postgraduate qualification and do not appreciate being patronised by idiots in unskilled jobs. For all I know they might be highly qualified too, in which case they ought to know better than to act like that.

ROAR!!!!!!!!!

Ohh can I have a little roar?

Roar at the secretary who had a go at me yesterday. I was doing my job, really was it yours to be so very unpleasant? Next time I will bite you.

Roar DS1 will to just sleep please. The one year old can sleep why can't you?

Work drowning in it. I think I need a life raft!

Good thread, can I join in?
ROAR at..
The constant pg related heartburn that returns without fail every hour despite me practically mainling Mucogel,
am waking up at 4am for no good bloody reason then failing to get back to sleep until it's nearly time to get up,
DH is going away on Sunday (work related) for 3 days and I'm jealous even though I know it will be mainly working with the minimum of socialising, he can just bloody GO!!
DD (6) is really clingy at the mo, gets into our bed and turns into an octopus twice her usual size with about 8 arms & legs,
It's raining & I have to go pick up the kids from school soon,
I had to get out of bed this morning.

Better now...

May I roar too please?

Aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhh!

1. Supervisor for the bastard dissertation didn't show up
2. I am having trouble with my research subjects who are doing their own thing.
3. I am behind on everything
4. DS is under the weather
5. I am ill. Again.
6. A man pushed in front on the bus. Waaaaah!
7. Idiot, fuckwit people in the supermarket who don't know basic shopping etiquette made me feel murderous.
8. Damn autocorrect keeps putting on he and me.