Having to ring round friends at 3.00am to get someone to look after DS before being carted off to hospital in an ambulance (hoping that one makes the "serious enough to get approval from random judgy bastard who should just fuck the fuck off" list).
Just quoting the full paragraph, rather than Space's selectively cropped version, so people can get the context.
For the hard of thinking, and the utterly lacking in empathy, THE POINT OF THIS THREAD IS THE LITTLE THINGS THAT DON'T MATTER IN THE GRAND SCHEME OF THINGS, BUT STILL NIGGLE.
I am tetchy, because I'm still in pain, and Monday I have to go back to work and then come home and look after my child. So if I want to moan about Christmas trees, not getting a birthday present, not having someone to share a bottle of wine with (not that I can right now), then I fucking well will. I don't give a shit if there's cuntish fuckers on this thread who think that I should be pollyannaish about the little stuff because only the big stuff matters. Just fuck off to the far side of fuck, and when you get there, fuck off some more, will you?