Irritated, irritable and irritating. AIBU to be tolerant in RL and tell them to get fucked on this thread.

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IABU. Unreasonable and I know it.

I am just so fucking irritated at the moment. Everything is grinding my gears. DD's constant fucking exercising, DS leaving his shit everywhere, DH's following me around and just fucking breathing everywhere.
I am being a model of kindness and tolerance but I do wish every bastard one of them would fuck off.

And face timing my DGM97 every day at exactly 6pm to watch her slowly lose her shit (she's been in lockdown for 6 weeks already) and become unkempt is horrendous. Arguing with her for hours about politics (she lives for these debates and asks for robust challenging - good for her mh she says) is exhausting. I just want to lie down, I don't care what Mark fucking Steel is saying today - he can get fucked too.

My mean GD97 who has been living in isolation for 40 years and never wanted a visit or call but suddenly needs the warmth and kindness of his family - well the women in his family, and I am especially sought after as the busiest person. Fuck you mean old man, you are alone for a reason! you made your miserable lonely bed now lie in it!

My normally sane DM is in full lunatic mode, needing constant love and reassurance, leave me alone! I am your child! What about me! Why not rind one of my many bastarding twat brothers. And stop cooking for 12-18 people - there are only 2 of you there - that's why you're getting so fat - not stress hormones.

My tribe of idiot brothers who all refused to accept there was any problem and spouted full Trump rhetoric until my DGM's neighbour died and then had massive mantrums demanding I send them all food. Get fucked!
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I love these people so very much. I also loved my small business and working, and being on my own a bit. I care so much, but I want a break and a vent. So here, in the safety of MN, I will tell them all to get fucked.

Thank you, I feel so much better now.

Coping ok, mainly by lowering my expectations. DP is still doing very little apart from WFH, but at least he's not a nuisance and he takes the chopped down jungle from my garden clearance to the tip. The spare 6 portions of the Signature Lasagne are in the freezer, where they will remain until they become permafrost.

I have discovered the joy of gardening. It is therapeutic. I cleared a whole bed and planted 4 new things and they are all doing well. My penstemon has 2 buds on it, which delight me. My day lily is growing like a triffid (between 1& 2 cm a day, honestly). I water them early in the morning and chat to the robin who comes to see what I'm doing. Our Fat Fucker wood pigeons are getting really fat, I reckon there's more meat on them than on an Aldi chicken. Mr Fat Fucker struggles to take off. I know how he feels.

It's keeping me sort of sane. I will go back to work when allowed, I want to sit on a proper office chair and look at a full-size monitor and want to be able to print stuff and drink tea that is paid for by someone else.

DP is determined to WFH as long as possible and ideally for ever. His boss sounds equally determined to get everyone back to the office so everyone can see that she actually has staff to manage. It will end in tears as DP is stubborn, has savings and works in a field where it is easy to find another job. I think he will end up walking and they will find there is no other fucker there who can actually work out complicated maternity pay.

PM's question time has become the highlight of my week. How very sad is that?

The bloody government for opening pretty much everything except theatres from July 4, acting on stage is my favourite ever thing to do and I feel that my mental health is really suffering without any shows on the horizon.

I thought cinemas were going to open (but heard from someone and haven’t checked it out). If they are then why not theatres? There could be a whole new slew of lockdown themed plays. Plenty of dramas in this house!