I am sick of fucking picking up the phone to silent machines that may or may not pass me to some cold caller or may just hang up. Eight in the last two days, the last of which was the only one with a person at the end. I was so fucking rude the poor bloke, and he was promising me it hadn't been his company that had been calling.
Also, madame Brandani, I have received twelve calls for you in the last week you twat. If you have to put fake numbers in web site forms can you fucking well pick another one.
The stress of picking up the phone a zillion times a day and being hung up on or having to speak to some poor cunt who is only doing his or her job but wakes up my babies is driving´me to replace my planned healthy lunch with cookies.
OK, I'm not that stressed, but it is a good excuse to eat cookies for lunch.
And no, I wasn't planning on eating anything healthy.
Healthy three meals a day eating starts next week when DD1 is back home full time and I have to prepare varied food every day.