To feel like crying this morning

[listsandbudgets]

Got to go out in 20 minutes.

Dd has before school activity at 8am Dp normally takes her in car but he's away so I have to use bus which meams leaving home at 7.10am to get there reliably, drop her off hang about with 4 year old ds for 30 minutes before his school a 15 minute walk from hers will take him. It's cold and drizzling.

I've had porridge thrown at me by ds and already had to change. The cat had left a huge mouse with spewing guts in middle of kitchen floor. Dd is sulking in bedroom because of no reason I understand.

AIbU if I find a cafe serving greasy fry ups and make tracks for it as soon as ds is in school

Honestly feel like bursting into tears. Thank God tomorrow is Saturday!

My work here is done

After an awful start to the day you deserve a treat and if that's a fry up at the local greasy spoon then go for it OP

OP, you sound fab! Out of interest, were the two danish pastries for you, or was one for DS? I think you might have been justified in having the two for yourself!

Hooray 2 children in school and huge fry up has just been delivered. Probably have to live on celery all weekend to balance out the calories!

Ds had on of the Danish pastries he was a very happy little boy

Only just seen this and I can see your 'crisis' is largely over now! Just wanted to say I really felt for you, reading your first post - sometimes everything is just so bloody annoying! - and then your update was really lovely. What was the story about? How sweet that is!

2kids post made me laugh too. Harvesting turnips is a career path I've always wished for myself.....

Pretty I was probably over reacting and being pathetic. I think it was the mouse and its guts that tipped me nearly over the edge The cat was so very proud but if I wanted to run an abattoir in my kitchen I'd apply for a licence - harvesting turnips sounds like a better bet I think.

The story was about a little boy with DSs name who went to work in a chocolate factory in the tasting department. He didn't like what he was given so he invented a new type which became a best seller and everyone wanted a bar in their stocking!

I remember one particular night/morning.
The older cat brought a mouse - still alive. Caught the mouse, dumped in the garden, gave the older cat proper bollocking.
The younger cat took out a rat nest, killed the mama and left her half eaten body at the cat flap (inside the house, on the mat) and then took the babies in to play with them.
Dumped the half-eaten body, dumped the poor babies, cleaned the mat, told off the younger cat who went on to sulk on the sofa.
In the morning discovered the older cat lying on the sofa, with bites on his neck (bleeding), belly (bleeding too) and his ear, feeling very sorry for himself.
DD got up late and instead of rushing to get to school started getting all hysterical about the older cat because "he's going to die, Mum". Told her that he's going to die for sure because I'm fit to strangle him on the spot for making my life hell or make him and the other thug homeless and get myself a gold fish.
Left the very insulted child with the childminder, drove to work half-dead from lack of sleep and high on adrenaline, with a migraine.
Returned home, left 100 euro at the vets, had to listen to a lecture first on how important it is to castrate your tomcats, told the vet that unless the tomcat in question didn't grow a second set of balls, he'd been a eunuch for the past 6 years, brought the sulking tomcat home and went to sleep at 7 that night.

And I hope you enjoyed your fry-up. Nothing makes people happier than proper food so def NBU.

YABVVVU, listsandbudgets because I want a fry-up now, and I have no bacon, no sausages and no bread for fried bread. And I tripped over ds's enormous bag of washing last night (he is home from university for the weekend) and felt something rip behind my knee and down my calf, so I'm in pain and can't go to the shops to get the wherewithal for a fry up.

This is one of the days that tempts us to leave our clothes in a neat pile on the shoreline and walk off (presumably starkers) to start a new and simpler life harvesting turnips or mucking out donkeys or something.

Being someone that grows turnips and has left a stressful corporate life to do exactly this, incidentally, this is NOT as simple a life as people think. Just saying, before you start stripping off on freezing cold beaches.