SIGN ME UP FOR THE PADDED CELL
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
Mt DTs have trashed DDs guitar (play one but much loved), ripped up two books, broken my curtain tie back thing, scratched and scraped my brand new shoes, left not one bit of my bedroom to be seen for toys, pillows, cushions, towels, broken DDs tiara, broken DDs bracelet, scattered all her Sylvanian Family House stuff (much, much adored and painfully set up) the list GOES ON BUT I AM TOO to type it. This all happened as I was tidying up behind them .
I'm so pissed off and I have the most agonising pains in my period tummy which makes everything worse. I let my anger unfold, full blast, send the DTs to their rooms, where they are wailing at me, DD burst into tears with fear.
And I feel horrible. Disgusted with myself and fed up with my DTs.
There. And relax.
Rant done. Lets open the bar. I'm sure thats a sensible thing to do