Single parentdom. Had a fella here last night. God knows what happened as he had left by the time I woke up at half five.
Been looking after ds today and just wish, after a full and more year of this shite, somebody would come into my house and say 'relax...yes drink that wine...I am going to look after ds for a few hours while you remember who you are and what life is'....
Never happens.
No family. No h. No in-laws. Plenty of wine and a bloke-less weekend. Not that I mind the bloke bit. I just wish somebody would remove my brain for a few hours
AIBU or should I get a feckin grip and do the washing up/hoovering/shopping/walk into town and buy something from poundstretcher?
Life eh?
It's bollox