This isnt really the start of a thread just me letting off steam because I am so fed up and have noone to talk to. Not quite sure how much worse things can get for me at the moment, but I am soooooooo Fd off with my life. Here's how yesterday went....
5am up with twins who have been coughing all night and I have been up with them anyway
6am finish mopping up where they have brought their milk back
7am dh staggers down and tells me how tired he is
7.01 stop staring at dh open-mouthed for being an insensitive twat who should remember that he gets 8 solid hours every night and I am lucky to get 3 or 4
7.45 knock at door and there is a woman holding my wing mirror which she has just knocked off.
8am plumber turms up who appears to be distant relative of Frank Spencer and starts off by smashing a vase in the bathroom
9am DFS turn up to deliver a sofa which I waited in for all day yesterday. I give them a right bollocking about it before realising that I don't know what day it is and actually they are on the right day
9.02 twins vomit back their Weetabix
9.15 DFS take sofa away again because it wouldnt fit in through the lounge door
10am plumber finally leaves having failed to fix either of the things I wanted him to do so both toilet and shower are dodgy and I have no idea when he is coming back.
11am arrange christening with snotty vicar who thinks I am a cretin because we have been dithering about dates so long and sighs whenever I speak to him
11.01 dh rings to say we have to change date because his sister is going on holiday
11.02 I tell dh what he and his sister can go and do
12 noon kids howling because hungry but then refuse to eat. Am thinking of now throwing shopping straight in the bin and saving myself the hassle of cooking
2pm argument with Asda over non-arrival of online shopping. Have just had to eat a tin of sweetcorn and a packet of chocolate animals for lunch
3.30 half of the shopping turns up delivered by Frank S's twin
5pm go to DFS to choose a new sofa for the same price and can only find something hideous but choose it anyway. By the time I come out there has been a freaking blizzard and now it is raining hard so I get drenched putting kids back in car.
7pm dh rings to say he will be late
7.01pm twins start howling because they are used to a strict bedtime routine which I cant so on my own so we are all peed off
8.30 dh turns up and kids are almost asleep
8.45 pm Asda turn up with the remaining shopping and wake ds up again
9pm I go to bed and dh gets sulky because he wants to stay up and chat. As if.
So toady I get up thinking it can only get better and end up at the doctors with the twins and apparently they have bronchilitis and we have to hope they dont get any worse or they will have to go into hospital.
Sometimes i just think why me? You know? I am not a bad person, I have never knowingly done anything bad to another person so why does each day bring with it more and more grief?