I am queen bitch intul at least 11am - real people of the world, well they just leave me alone.
Its mufty day. i have to pay an extra fucking £1 each tot he twins so that i can have a morning full of grief.
"where's the pluckers mum?"
"who is in the bathroom, i need to go in thebathroom" dd is shouting whilst i am having my morning shit whilst reasing 'wild nights! wild nights!' by Emily Dickinson. i cant read anything longer you see super fast shitter am i.
I am then informed when ds15 walks downstairs in a shater t-shirt and 3/4 lengths , that he doesn;'t own coat.
i swear to god i am about to explode
i bought him a £45 hoodie one winter ago, where the fuck is it? we argue for 10 mins. and he eventually goes and does when i told him to do - look for it - he could have done this last night when i told him to get stuff ready.
oooh i dont need a coat mum, its not even that cold
its fucking freexing, what will the teachers think of me? i dont care if your cold or not - this is all about me FIND A BLEEDIN COAT
he has gone in one of his older brothers army camo coats. way too big.
be will prolly take it off anyway.
i have no words i am apoplectic
DONT SPEAK TO ME IN THE AM