I've had a fun morning. Woke up to find DS had pulled his nappy off and smeared poop everywhere. And then I get a letter about a reduction in housing and council tax benefit. Turns out they didn't realize I have a child. Even though I told them on every form I've ever filled out.
So I phone DP, just wanting to vent, and he seems to think I've got the arse about having to send an email and run some papers down to the council. Why doesn't he understand that I'm pissed off at routinely dealing with a shit-covered toddler and incompetent local authorities? Is it really so hard to grasp? He was telling me to just send the email, it's sorted then, they told me what I have to do, when all I want to do is cry a little at how crap my morning is.
I would love him to do a day in my life. Sitting in an office would be heaven compared to this.