Rant/first world problems alert.
On my way home from tumblies, its raining, I'm tired and hungry, ds is even more hungry, need to pick up milk, swung by lidl and saw a parent and child space and thought that space has my name on it, get cut up by some bint in a Honda jazz. Clearly neither disabled nor a parent with a child. Cheers love. Wrestle the boy out of the car while he kicks me repeatedly in the stomach cause he's pissed off at being hungry and the rain, makes himself like a rigid board so I can't carry him. Get milk, soaking wet, see the woman in the queue... she's picked up a tub of Greek yogurt and an onion!!! I thought she'd be doing her weekly shop!!!! Cheeky bloody cow.
I literally wanted to strangle her. I blame the pregnancy hormones.
So uncool.