I need the fuck off pen and the note book.
People who can fuck off today:
The 3 year old who refused to open the toilet door and go to the toilet and instead pee'd all over the hall floor 3 minutes before we had to leave the house.
the fucking bitch who had a go because she was parked on a pavement and I couldn't get past with the double buggy.
DD and her refusal to do homework
School and their giving a 7 year old 4 bits of homework per week.
the kids who came for tea and whinged that they didn't want sausage and mash, they wanted fucking bastarding pasta (no, they didn't get it.)
The child who decided to kick another in the head pissing around
H, who is sitting pissing around on his phone, while bitching that he is hungry and he needs a clean shirt for tomorrow. Apparently pointing out that the food and the washing machine are in the same fucking bollocksing room and he can hang up the washing that I put in WHILST FUCKING WORKING and put the oven on for tea is completely unreasonable. He's now gone for one of his 30 minute shits. And no, I won't be sorting him out a fucking shirt. He's a grown up and can do it himself. Fucking arsebadger.
The tosser who designed the payment portal to claim the 30 hours and then emailed today to complain that I was late putting in the information. If your shitty system didn't keep crashing I would have done it weeks ago. Tosser.
Can you tell I'm having a bad day?