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Oh, b*gger, the annual sense of swimming uphill through custard descends on the Inferiority Complex

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motherinferior · 01/10/2006 11:02

It's probably seasonal. And/or hormonal. I certainly have bog-all to complain about: my children are NT, charming and stunningly beautiful (and DD1 leaves me notes saying 'Mum I love yoy xxxx'); my partner is really very nice, I suppose, and is finally solvent - indeed earns more than me now; my own work-life balance is broadly OK; my career, although not brilliant, is quite reasonable not least because I can now stop doing as many paid-by-the-day editing jobs I did, and work on a trade mag a couple of days a week. I have friends who'll babysit and/or can now afford paid options.

But it's still...custardly. And endless stream of the yellow stuff. I am simultaneously possessed by the urge to bog off from all of them for a weekend, and utter horror at the thought of leaving my delightful Inferiorettes. My career, although quite reasonable, is not brilliant. Sorting out babysitting is still sorting it out - it's very different from the kind of family support some people have - and in practice we just don't go out much. I'm fed up. In a somewhat wallowy way, of course. I want a sodding break.

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Cappuccino · 03/10/2006 17:38

would you like your custard shaken or stirred?

snort

moaningpaper · 03/10/2006 17:40

drool

cowmod · 03/10/2006 18:54

DINO you coudlnt think of anything to tell your mate?
what abotu all your internet freinds ?

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motherinferior · 03/10/2006 18:59

Evening all . Have been in the Work Zone of Read But Don't Post.

Am glad to see that custardliness is a common affliction. Mine will recede, I know. Perhaps one day I will even be interesting again

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moaningpaper · 03/10/2006 19:03

This is what happened:

MP sidles up to mum person: "Hello, have you been here before?"
Mumperson: "No, this is my first time!"
MP: "Well it's quite busy today, it's normally quite quiet."
" ... "
MP: "How old is your son?"
Mumsperson: "He's 2. He's called Archie."
MP: "......" (scrabbling around for conversational ideas in head that don't mention Mumsnet) "Do you work?" (Sorry it was all I could think of)
Mumperson: "No, I got made redundant."
MP: "Oh bummer - "
" ... "
MP: "Do you go to any other playgroups?"
Mumperson: "No I haven't been to any others actually, I don't seem to be organised enough."
MP: "Oh! Gosh."
" ... " We stand around watching children playing while I try to think of more questions.

MP observes elderly woman comforting small child for a full five seconds before realising it is her dd2.

After that I was covered in snot and biscuit and decided to call it a day.

That was the only adult conversation I had today.

More wine, anyone?

Dior · 03/10/2006 19:04

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moaningpaper · 03/10/2006 19:06

Well she probably wasn't being rude

Probably just had all traces of her ego beaten out of her by 2 years of doing the laundry

Pruhoohooohoooooni · 03/10/2006 19:08

MI I have been trying to think of something helpful to say but of course everyone has much better advice to give than I could.
Can I just say this is a great thread? Laughter and tears in equal measure.

Dior · 03/10/2006 19:11

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moaningpaper · 03/10/2006 19:21

BTW Sunchowder: 3000?

That is quite some going.

Isn't that terribly EXPENSIVE?

sunchowder · 03/10/2006 20:27

MP: We pay a flat $30 for texting (plus the $29.99 plan on top of that). So...I pay $90 a month to keep the two kids in cell phones. My DD (12 going on 13) is not at all obsessive with it. I am worried about my DS though--I don't think it is normal.
He passed his driving test this morning. Shit--a new era in my life now. Can't wait.

expatinscotland · 03/10/2006 20:39

Next thing you know, sunchowder, he'll be tutoring at a university and flirting with married women 7 years older than he is .

expatinscotland · 03/10/2006 20:42

Also, MI, here's something that's guaranteed to instantly cheer you up:

you could be me.

MrsSchadenfreude · 03/10/2006 21:59

Can I whinge and sulk with you? We have just had all of our boxes delivered from Belgium to UK and they fill the downstairs of our house here. Jammed floor to ceiling with a narrow passage to the kitchen. Have no idea where everything is going to go.

My custard is lumpy!

QueenPeaHead · 03/10/2006 22:19

I love the fact that Sunchowder saying "my DS sends 3000 texts a month" gets a but her saying "I haven't had sex in a year" gets no reaction whatsoever...

here you go, sunny, have a from me! xx

QueenPeaHead · 03/10/2006 22:20

ps MI - say to your dh "I want to go away without the children for the weekend and I want you to organise the whole thing. including buying the condoms."

It will be organised by 10.30 tomorrow morning.

CalifornifamousFANGjo · 03/10/2006 22:24

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hester · 03/10/2006 22:54

Oh MI dearest, just reading this thread has lowered my spirits. Now you absolutely owe it to all of us to go away for a wild weekend (or even just a wild night), drink too much, dance like your mother, and have some stonking sex (with your really very nice partner, maybe). Then come back and share the details so that we can lift our heads from our desks/sinks/nappy buckets, sigh in wondrous rapture, and lose ourselves in what could be, just for a minute or two.

Cappuccino · 04/10/2006 11:33

california how many gay godfathers are they? do they all have numbers?

moaningpaper · 04/10/2006 15:15

We have two gaygodfathers

Not related

as it were

We call them the Fairy Godfathers

Issymum · 04/10/2006 15:47

MI: So sorry to hear about your custardy situation. I can empathise, empathise, empathise! Life is good, really fine and, when compared to the vast majority of the planet's inhabitants, bloody wonderful but sometimes it just doesn't seem to include enough fun and even when it does, I'm too knackered or compromised to enjoy it. I guess I'm a little jaded following my recent rather tough week (see threads passim).

Part of my custardy-thing is that by the time I get to work I feel like I've lived a day's worth of hassle. This morning:

  • Woke up to 6.15am. DD1 hadn't just wet the bed she'd flooded it with urine dripping on the floor. Thank God for laminate - aesthetically dubious but piddle-proof.
  • Had shower with DD1. DD1 hopped out and I leant against shower wall and felt something sharp stick into my ample backside. Looked down and found that the sharp thing was a wasp. Huge wasp sting develops as I root around our medicine cabinet looking for some appropriate cream.
  • Get breakfast etc. for family, cats and any other itinerant hangers-on.
  • Put on washing from DD1's bed. Try to persuade DD1 to assist as I read somewhere that it helps children desist from bed-wetting!
  • Negotiate acceptance of unexpected Saturday dinner invitation with DH ("But I don't really know them and we'll be home late and ...") and grovel to nanny for associated baby-sitting.
  • Scarper out of house. Miss train at the local station. Go to mainline station. Race across platforms just managing to leap onto train. Stand to Waterloo.

Hooray! Working day begins......

expatinscotland · 04/10/2006 15:52

I hate wasps!

I know they are an integral part of the ecosystem and as such should be exterminated, but I sometimes wish they'd go the way of the dodo bird.

Issymum · 04/10/2006 15:55

I agree and what the hell was one doing in my shower at the beginning of October? Sadly once it had got there just in terms of square inches of area my bum was the obvious target!

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motherinferior · 04/10/2006 15:58

A wasp stung me on the arse the day before the first of my five driving tests. I did the test with a huge, inflating, painful, additional buttock (OK, that isn't why I failed, I went over a zebra crossing while a blind man was on it ) and then ended up in Casualty the next day surrounded by rather more urgent cases who'd ODd, listening to a bloke's catalogue of sexually transmitted ailments to the doctor in the next thinly-curtained cubicle...

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expatinscotland · 04/10/2006 16:00

Damn, MI, I'd say that instance wasn't swimming through custard, that's la merde there.

A wasp stung me on my ring finger when I was married to my ex.

And I didn't get the chance to get my ring off before it swelled up.

I've never felt more trapped in my life.

Should have taken that as a sign!