Forever Autumn Forever Crepey

[cremolafoam]

The summer sun is fading as the year grows old,
and darker days are drawing near,
the winter winds will be much colder,
now you're not here.
I watch the birds fly south across the autumn sky
and one by one they disappear
I wish that I was flying with them,
now you're not here

Oh MI - you're carrying a huge amount of stress, which does not go well with lady problems. I am such a cantankerous old bag at the moment that the added stress that you have would surely tip me over the edge.

I don't have aggressive laundry or hoovering but I do get aggressive kitchen surface wiping.

Mrs S - normally no contact means they're happy ( at least that's what I tell myself).

We have aggressive dishwasher stacking. I am not sure DH knows where the washing machine is, let alone how to use it.

MI - so sorry things are so rubbish right now. Can you get out for a ladyjog later or even just a walk? I sometimes find when things are crowding in on me and I am overwhelmed that a walk or a swim helps to clear my head a little and brings a bit of respite. It's such a lovely sunny day in S London and it was fab to walk the children to breakfast club in the sunshine. Hope you can get out for a little while later. for you.

Holding hands in solidarity to report aggressive decluttering here...

By the sounds of it, it's commonplace and quite normal for caring and interested parents to greet DCs coming in from school, asking them about their day etc etc....to be met with grunting and responses of "boring' and 'meh'. It's not cool to be openly enthusiastic is it?

Good luck today MrsS sorry for all the trauma.

stropps I'm a tyrant about bedtimes. My kids say they have the earliest ones of all their friends. I don't know what time they actually sleep, of course. I just want them out of my way so I can have some adult time in the evening. Horrible, aren't I?

I don't know about aggressive housework. DH always seems keen to help but is so rubbish at everything and needs too many precise instructions. I've no patience for it, I guess that's half the problem. I just want the job done the way I do it....

Monty MI you both sound snowed under. Take care and take a few mins to do something nice for yourselves today.

Hello molly my problem with DS1 was that I failed to set any ground rules for adult child living at home. But I do get some pleasure out of seeing how well he keeps his little flat and how set up he is at work. When they leave uni you never know if they'll be doing unpaid internships for the rest of their days, or what.

I feel a bit low this morning. I helped two friends get jobs recently. Just putting home in touch with people I know, etc etc. they both start today and are posting on fb about it. Neither of them have said thank you. I don't actually have a proper job with little prospect of getting one. Last night Dh and I were doing a diary session....we have to do this regularly these days. It was all very much " well you can do this, and you can go here on this day, and you can go to the flat with Dd on this day and can you take my dry cleaning in tomorrow...."

MI - can you go to the doc and get something for the cramps/flooding? Mine offered to put me on a low dose pill (and helpfully said "that will help with your facial hair, too") or the Mirena. If you are feeling less crap, you might sleep better? I went through a phase of not sleeping properly, and Nytol (the herbal one) helped a bit, as did cutting out all caffeine after midday.

DD1 has texted to say that Of Course she arrived safely, what could have gone wrong?

I am also dying (ha!) to see Wilbur as a platinum blonde.

Oh that all resonates with me....less decluttering, more moving things around and then swearing blind he hasn't touched them! And aggressive 'putting all paperwork in a pile in the corner of the room'. Unfortunately, this combines urgent letters from school with old newspapers with Indian takeaway menus. Once everyone is back at school, I will spend a whole morning sorting THAT pile out....

We had a very bad first day of Year 9 here. Class is rubbish, contains three well known disruptive bullying types.... I need self esteem building tips please, crepeys. DH's reaction has been appalling - lots of long sad faces and advice ranging from 'punch them' to 'we'll move schools'....all hugely unhelpful and not practical strategies for coping. Drama llama.

I Still Have Two Children On Holiday.....

I'm quite confused by my Crepeys on FB group as I met one of you (not one I have met recently) ages ago on a MN meet up in the City, I think. I guess we'll work it all out when we see each other!

Sorry but I haven't read the thread. I read the op and felt all emotional.
When my youngest left for uni two years ago, this was in the charts again and seemed to be played on the radio all the bloody time. Every time I heard it I sobbed. I thought my heart was going to burst. My last baby had gone.
Move on two years and he's home again and driving me mad. He goes back again in two weeks. No doubt I will be crying all over again.

Oh - I have just had an email from BB, who demanded to see my CV. She has emailed back saying "Goodness! You do hide your talents under a bushel, don't you? Why is that?" This is the exact same CV that was used when I was recruited to this job, so there should not have been anything there that was a surprise. I am tempted to go back and say "because neither you nor your boss have shown any interest at all in me or my skills base", but I think I will ignore.

Fortunately, the fact that I have very little to do, and the fact that no-one knows or cares where I am or what I am doing, means that I can disappear to Reading and not be missed.

Sorry about the trials MI....
Here have taken day off as full of cold and after two really horrid coughing spells yesterday (you know the ones where you feel like you can't get your breath) and a migraine I figured my body was trying to tell me something....
So builder is finishing up and I am trying to out the house back into some kind of normal shape...
Skip has just been collected so dp can park in the garage again tonight..

Ds trotted off to the bus with PE kit and leftover curry for lunch because I still haven't worked out this parentpay thing.

BD can you have a nice BATH and breathe in soothing steam?

Thank you all. I have pulled self together. Will go to Aldi and buy booze at lunch time. I also have to keep a close eye on the five (5, v) features I'm meant to be writing. (With different deadlines, and they are all at various stages, I'm not in total denial or anything. Ho no.)

Rose, that is utter pants. How is your play going, though? Can you deflect into Creative Projects? I did an hour of my book project this morning, though have hit v complicated chapter I need to revise and re-jig (and heaven knows where I'm going to put it)...

Beachy, I will think. What exactly is the issue?

MrsS, she's probably secretly covered in shame and embarrassment

Oh God, Parentpay - hope DS has some money left on his!

Sorry to hear you're not up to scratch MI - exercise should help...

MrsS, and the saga continues!

Beachy, Is your DS in a new tutor group? Why? Is he likely to be picked on or is it more that these boys are disrupting teaching time?
DS went back this morning - into Y9... He will be in the same tutor group, but as they start their options, will be in changed groups for subjects.

I am feeling of all of you who get their teens to observe a bedtime. Mine were well under my thumb at primary, but that slipped completely over the last year, mainly due to DD's sleep problems added to the fact that DH and I go to bed ridiculously early...

Beachy - I went on a couple of MN City meet ups many years ago (and said never again). The first one I turned up to about an hour late, and was very, very drunk. The second was full of the "Oh I am so much richer than yowwww" brigade and I didn't go again. I don't think it was me you met (unless it was when I was steaming).

I get Aggressive Kitchen Tidying. Yesterday I'd left quickly after breakfast to Legoland, having made a picnic (so the kitchen may have had the odd crumb in it) spent all day traipsing about with Our Son, and driven 2.5 hours back, to be greeted with 'why are you so late', and silent yet loud kitchen tidying. I was furious. So rather than say anything, I drank wine. Far healthier, I think you'll agree.

BTW, for the past week I've woken up a few times in the night all sweaty. Could this be the beginning of the dreaded Night Sweats?

BTW Mrs S. Your boss is a total arsehole.

Thanks MI this happens to me a lot. I just need to get over the fact that I'm never going to be the head of a dept of 42 ever again and I can't seem to get any sort of job that allows me to be there for DD. so I'm self employed, teaching a bit, coaching a bit, and doing a lot of voluntary or expenses only stuff, almost all in the evening and at the weekend, which I hate. I actually don't think Dh respects me quite as much as when was in full time NHs employment.
The play is a light on the horizon and as I posted before the hols has been accepted for production as a playlet for Emerging Writers Week. I just ended on a low note whenI saw the acceptance email was address to and forwarded from co scriptwriter with no mention of me at all. I actually wrote the synopsis and submission to the artistic management board in its entirety. And huge swathes of the script. Co scriptwriter is a sweet guy and a friend. When we write together it's very productive and creative but he's flaky and cancels on me a lot. We've done sod all over the summer. And I know that he's going into two weeks of intensive production for a show starting next Monday ( for which incidentally he's asked for vocal support from me as it is a very vocally demanding role).
I think I'm just suffering from being an "enabler" like a lot of women and mothers and feeling miffed that there's not one person who feels like giving me a break.

Can you or anyone think of a funny shorthand name for co scriptwriter (along lines of C.Diff...so clever, that is....) that would cheer me up!

Beach zero tolerance for bullying. The school have to sort it out if it's affecting DC. Don't take any shit.

BD do get well and are we going to get any pics of the new bathroom?

Oh someone tell me to shut up, do. See. I've too much time on my hands.

Rose - Conscript?

Conscript is good!

I am feeling angry for you, Rose. Not least because someone I am working with has just sold my idea to senior management as his own, and in doing so, has delegated it to me!

Conscript

Whoa…no, MrsS I won't let them get that far. The whole concept was mine…all the material is based on over 10 years of teaching experience….they are set to make box office on it, "Conscript" is salaried on the staff. I won't get a penny, but they have to get the credits right. Hell hath no fury like a woman who's done all the graft, ignored….

Rosebag, definitely stand your ground re credit, it's v important. Ideally you and Conscript should have a simple collaboration agreement about the piece - it may save much heartache down the line if you write together again. Co-writer credit = money, "Based on research by or an idea by" credit = nada, unless you have something in writing agreeing otherwise.

Not my birthday today (but I happily accept the flowers and wine ) just my friend's. Mine was last month and low key as August birthday always are.

Sorry your boss still a cow, MrsS. One day you will be able to tell her to stuff it.

The tales of Aggressive Housework made laugh - although I would take any hoovering, aggressive or otherwise, from dh. He specialises in Matyred Ironing.

Just for the record , when dd came in from school and I casually asked her how was school she'd say
"Schooly"
Hmm and how was the violin lesson
"Erm, musicky"

< grrrrr>

As you were.
MI do sorry about sleepless , anxious nights. I usually knock a phenergan into me. OTC antihistamine.

Ooh, talking of aggression, I fell victim to a horrid road rage incident the other day.

I was going down the A12, out of London, surrounded by white vans. In the 'fast' lane, doing 52 or so, as per the speed limit, and a succession of transit radiators would fill my rear view mirror until I pulled over to the left to let them past. As I did this for about the 99th a-hole, I made a v-sign out of the window as he passed.

Not advisable. He pulled over in front of me and slammed on the brakes so I had to stop, and started to open his driver's door! Luckily there was a space to the right so I dodged around. He then drove parallel to me, speeding up and slowing as I did, with his big red bald head shouting at me, and his beefy tattooed arms making all manner of rude gestures. I was furious, and all protective of DS in the back, but started to wonder if I was going to have to keep driving for ever, or whether he was going to run me into the central reservation. I made a few conciliatory hand gestures, and after a few minutes he drove off. I spotted him further down the road in a layby, having an argument with another white van.

Knob.

Herbs, that sounds horrid.

Cremo, I love your DD's answers - I know exactly what she means!

Why are some drivers just arseholes?

I have returned living room and bathroom to state of normality. Final touches being made to bathroom, new towels ordered...
Wish it was Friday as would rather not drag my sorry arse into work tomorrow

Herbs that's terrifying ! Glad you're all right. I hate the road bullying that goes on. I'm in my tiny fiat 500 and van drivers think I'm invisible. Plus that tailgating thing by large vehicle drivers when you are simply doing the speed limit.

Ddad and dmum have LOST THE PLOT and booked 10 days in the house in France. Dad is waiting for stint op. And thus has NO TRAVEL INSURANCE. I got that panic tummy feeling when mother texted to tell me to water the plants while they were away. Dsis is incandescent with fury esp as dad is breathless and needs oxygen sometimes.) she's a nurse )
I don't even know what to say.

Denial isn't just a river in Egypt, it would seem crem.

I think it's anger, isn't it. These aggressive drivers are so ANGRY. He evidently wasn't speeding because he was in a great hurry - he had plenty of time to stop dead to annoy me, and to get out and argue with somebody else.