Morning wenches. Apologies, but I need to rant. Feel free to ignore at will.
I had an early night last night as the only chance I get to do any exercise is 6 o'clock in the morning....which is shit, but I've got over that and am getting up and doing it. Then Babyelk woke up at about 11, and I thought, seeing as I have got up EVERY FUCKING TIME IN THE NIGHT FOR THE LAST 18 MONTHS maybe her father could go and do a bit of shush patting...... This bought me precisely 15 minutes before the covers were ripped off me and I got told to "sort my shit out" and "pull my weight" because he "had to Go To Work" which of course I, the lazy cow, don't do....obviously I sit around on my arse all day eating cake and watching daytime telly. So he spent the night on the sofa bed and I haven't spoken to him since. Anyway, Babyelk and I eventually passed out at about half past 2, once she'd finality chewed the remains of my breasts to pieces.
Then I stupidly decided to have a shower this morning, which was my first morning fuck up, as Babyelk, who i'd left asleep on the bed had woken up and decided to colour in herself, her sleeping bag and all my white bedding with the black marker pen she'd found from fuck knows where.
Then a bird flew into the window mid breakfast, and I had to put it out of it's misery whilst pretending to MlleElk that all was fine. She's got fucking nits again btw.
And then, it having got to five to nine and I'd asked her at least 25 times to put her knickers/tunic/shoes/coat/bookbag on, I shouted at her very loudly and she went to school in tears. And now I feel like the most horrible woman on the planet, but it's ok because Babyelk has got her own back by smearing a massive slug of snot down the front of my jumper.
I'm going to crack open the gin. Anyone want one?