No, Hect!
Why the hell should I go and find them under the 20 bikes, only one of which belongs to me?
I have had do absolutely everything else today - shopping/cleaning/cooking/laundry. And I'm feeling poorly. DH has his annual hangover after last nights works party.
And DS2 ate my specially saved and hidden Christmas Cheese balls. And my mother came round yesterdatand tidied up and put everything in piles. DS2's school report should not be piled between a cox & and cox brochure and the argos catalogue. The house was not messy, so why the piles I've no idea.
But no one else is going to find them. So I may well have to fork out £2 on some new ones. Which means another trip to the shop. Arghhh!
I want everything to be just right, and when it isn't I get so frustrated.
I have shouted and ranted
DS1 has baracaded himself into his room. When I told him to open it or there would be a consequence he told me I always said that and there never was any consequence. So then I gave DS2 a lecture outside DS1's room about how all our consequences have actions, even if we don't notice them. Sometimes the consequence is that we make other people unhappy. Oh, I'm so hard.
I need to get into DS1's room to sort it out because the plasterer is coming tomorrow. DS1 doesn't care, and doesn't like me. I don't like me either right now. I have said fuck in front of the DC rather a lot today. Don't quote me on this when I post in the future that I only swear when the DC are in bed.
If DH had just waited to put up the tree.....