I’m sorry if I sound unreasonable but I am just honestly wanting to run away to a hotel and call it on today!! Actually not even the whole day but my evening time.
Thursdays have been promised to me as an evening of relaxation and no commitments! So this is week 2 and this evening I’ve had 4 projectile vomits from the 2 year old and because he’d thrown up in his bed other half moved him to ours which has a new simba mattress and a gorgeous soft duvet which he has now thrown up on 2 under sheets so I’m sleeping on a blanket with no duvet now.
he went back to his own bed after throwing up on ours twice and he’s thrown up on that one again so the 2 year old is down to his last sheet. My other half cannot tell the puppy to be quietly properly and after a big moth got in the room I had to remove it.
this is all during the worst temperature ever! I hate summer! I hate this evening and I am so sick of my wet blanket fiancée and the stupid stupid false promises of being able to relax!! I feel like the only way I’m ever going to get chance to relax properly is if I run away or I die 🤷🏼♀️😡