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.

Never realised before how bloody noisy DH is when he eats. He always wants sex and I’ve never felt more tired and less frisky in my entire life. He’s now doing FaceTime with my annoying mil and relaying all of today’s arguments to her. Swine.

Bloody work colleagues keep wanting to do Group FaceTime quizzes etc - how do they have the time and space to do it? Making me feel like a miserable cow because I can’t (and really don’t want to) spend my evening on a split screen with them.

DM still thinking that this lockdown is a “nonsense” - not that she ever goes anywhere anyway.

Having to be nagging DD about everything and having to drag her out of the fridge every five minutes.

Now for the unsayable. I hate rainbows and I’m sick to death of seeing them. I don’t want any “virtual” experiences - I want the real thing or nothing. I’m tired of hearing about the poor old fella going round his garden to fund the NHS when the government can’t even get their act together to spend money wisely. I’m sick of being told to “stay safe” - what the hell does that even mean?! I just bloody hate lockdown and this stupid virus that has devastated the entire world. Aaahhh that feels good thank you op!

Reading this nodding and laughing, wondering what anecdote to share, when my husband walks into the bathroom to ask me to stop running the hot tap so he can fill the bucket to mop the floor. Yes I'm glad he's mopping the floor but I cannot have five minutes to myself! Already pissed off at fecking Grandad Pig and his boat falling into my bath.

This thread has made me actually laugh out loud. Especially the signature Lasagne and the DH watching old only fools and horses re-runs 😂
I feel you all - I need to be alone. DH lost his job so he is here all the time. I'm actually glad when he's talking on his headset to a gamer friend so I can have some peace.

And another thing - people in the family WhatsApp sending photos of all the jobs they've got done round the house. My house is a tip and I'm trying to entertain a toddler usually with a baby asleep in the sling because the baby won't sleep anywhere else.

It's driving me bloody daft having no "alone" time - you mention "breathing" - I'd never noticed it before but DH breathes loudly and when he's "thinking" sings "Dumdedumdedum" in a tuneless irritating way.

He also doesn't pick his fucking feet up and shuffles everywhere.

The dogs and the cats are constantly under my feet.

I could SCREAM!

I have finally found my real friends, here, on this thread. God you are my people.

I’ve happily worked from home for 8 years with no problem. I like my own company, I’ve got lovely clients, I normally work at home till 2pm, then for a couple of hours in a coffee shop, have a nice, clean and tidy house etc etc etc. Now, I have people breathing and dropping skin cells everywhere. I have people stealing bandwidth so my internet calls keep slowing down, there is mess and noise everywhere. Everyone thinks they are being supportive ‘just let me know when you are working and we’ll stop playing music/stop watching Netflix etc’ I’m working all the time - just don’t do any of that shit for the next 8 hours. And stop doing noisy shits and pees in the toilet next to my office - go downstairs and shit there, FFS. And stop cooking stuff all day! And I am fed up of sitting up to 3am to get a Tesco slot for my parents (88 and 200mles away), and talking them through every tech crisis they have. (I’d rather see them, I do love them). And when I go to bd early to get some me time, stop fucking following me to CHAT. I don’t want to chat, I want silence. I love them all dearly, I just wish they’d stop needing me for a day. Phew. That feels better.

My DH's breathing is also getting on my nerves.

A lot.

”DH breathes loudly and when he's "thinking" sings "Dumdedumdedum" in a tuneless irritating way.“

Happy to share the space under my neighbour’s extension, @SchadenfreudePersonified!

Getting DH up every single day so he's on time for his first work call because you know, now he's at home he doesn't need an adult thing like an alarm clock.

Being the keeper of all the information and the planner of everyday. Every. Fucking. Day. Inc ensuring ds brain doesn't rot through watching that gaming shit on YouTube and making sure we all leave the house for our "family walk" once a day.

Ask DH to take them out for said walk just once so I have some time on my own. He's gone for a sum total of 20 fucking minutes.

The way he announces he's going for a poo each and every time he needs one. I feel like the ends of my nerves are on fire and my brain is falling out of my ears simultaneously.

I think this thread needs to be renamed "The Covid19 Amen Corner Thread". Because there are a lot of "Amens" on this thread!

DH and I are retired, but I never realized how often he was NOT here until now, when he's here all the time. I'm ashamed to admit it, but I've stopped lecturing him about unnecessary trips to the hardware store & grocery store. I need to breathe and hear NOTHING. Not chatter about politics, about your hobbies, and especially not the TV on some stupid 'real funny videos' show at high volume that he's not even paying attention to because he's too busy playing 'real funny videos' on You Tube at the same fucking time!!!!.

There. I feel better.

Can I get an 'Amen'?

I'm coping ok wfm. 2 kids but yes home schooling is hard. One walk a day to ducks and donkeys 2 min from my house. Today I've been food shopping which was the highlight of my week and went to inlaws to collect essentials and socially distanced our self in her garden sat down and them in the house (they are 59 and 60) no health issues. Tomorrow bike ride donkeys ducks and then next week repeat. Exercise with your daughter maybe

@MrsBobDylan I feel ya, I really do, that routine is so familiar.

And the "Shit I'm in trouble" for not phoning panicky female older relatives is reserved for women isn't it?

My DGM is just amazing, a truly amazing woman. In February we had a massive very serious discussion and she told us "I don't mind dying but I don't want to die on my own, suffocating" which was fucking chilling. So she has been fully locked down and protected with an elaborate scheme of deliveries and we will take such care of her. But fuck me it is grinding, even with such a smart woman, she is genuinely a good friend and I trust her judgement on things, I need her as much as she needs me in the 'real world' I am just so exhausted and put upon atm.

Thanks ladies, I feel brand new :)

I would like to not find empty packets in the fridge, not wonder what liquid i just stepped in, not wonder which minion stuck babybel wrappers to the radiator filled with shampoo.

@Healthyandhappy If I exercise with her I will have a heart attack and die. She is so fit and springy. She has so much energy. "Watch me mum, watch me do burpees, watch me do crunches, watch me squat"
"Pilates mum, do this mum"
"Have you tried resistance bands mum"
"Look mum, I can do a back flip, look mum no hands catwheel"

Oh, do fuck off, you beautiful bundle of wonderment.

My sister thought it would be a good idea to give my tech-incompetent mum a smart phone and then schedule a Skype call between mum, dsis herself, and her dh, and mum’s elderly sister and her husband!

It took 20 minutes to get us all communicating, and we did manage a kind of conversation, but mum kept holding the phone too close to her face, so we had a close up of one eye, surrounded by grey skin and wrinkles (mum is not in the best of health, but this phone’s camera made her look as if she was a zombie - mum’s close up zombie eye was deeply unsettling).

@chickenyhead God yes, to all of that except the poop bit, I don't mind the cat's company whilst I have a shit. I feel your pain and share your suffering. Do you have a room with a lockable door? A cupboard would suffice, this is an emergency.

DH thinks he is doing us all a favour by barbecuing steaks for dinner.

The steaks cost about 30 quid, and he has been cooking them for 30 minutes now ....

I have been keeping the veg warm for 20 mins already.

@chickenyhead
And Happy Bloody Birthday to you my sweet friend

@UntamedWisteria I read that as "keeping my vag warm' whilst sounded promising.

I cooked all the lamb chops, all of them. DS had 6, a new record. Even we will run out of food at this rate.

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@Mumski45 Its your job to try teach them to be reasonable!

And talking of lamb, one of my twatting arsehole brothers, when told I did not have half a lamb lying around waiting for him to collect, told me DH (why him not me I have no idea other than hilarious sexism) should kill one of our rams and butcher it "Don't you think your niece needs a decent meal" (his exact words) for him. When I pointed out that would be highly illegal and the ram was worth £500 he said "Needs must, we all have to chip in, these are desperate times". What fucker thinks they can tell you to kill your pet because he can't be fucked to queue at the supermarket. What an utter twat.

Yes! Husband wanting to de-clutter my stuff whilst his remains a permanent topple-risk! Twat!

He's also obsessed with all the True Crime nonsense and then falls asleep, snoring loudly, yet the minute i pick up the remote to turn over, wakes up with a snort and a start and says, "I wasn't asleep!".

The kids have been good(ish). I don't want to kill them yet.

Are you me? Thank you for putting in writing i'm so fucked off i can't even be bothered to write it down. Once upon a time i enjoyed being the one they came to, right now i just resent it.