I need a holiday… On my own!
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Most days are totally doable, right?, but quite frankly today can go fuck itself. EVERYTHING is pissing me off and it’s only midday. All I want right now is a large glass of wine, a sun lounger and a week away in the Caribbean… ON MY OWN! My calm and measured exterior has become a raging bull!
The night was shit and neither my husband or I had enough sleep. I think it’s been building up for some time now and we are both just totally exhausted. As soon as I got up I knew I was in for a day of the grumps. Whingy McWhingeface (aka my baby) started
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with the constant moaning. I picked him up, he fought. I put him down, he cried. I sat on the floor with him and he clambered back on to me… this cycle repeated about a 100 times.
I look around my kitchen, it’s a state. The carpet is a mix of pea snaps, satsuma juice and banana. ’Carpet in the kitchen!’ I hear you cry. Yes, it was here when I moved in and it’s still clinging on to some ugly flooring underneath. (We really need to change it.)
I look at my phone, a text from my bank. Unusual activity has been suspected on my account, great! I
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have to wait until 8am before their lines are open, this feels like an eternity. I’m cursing the fact that some bastard has tried to steal my money before I even check my bank balance. It turns out everything is fine and the text is a fake, but the worry for 2hrs before I call them is really something I could have done without.
The morning progresses and I’m knackered, make-up isn’t cutting through the black circles and I just feel old. I’ve used as much pain relief on Mr Whinge face as possible, but he’s still all over the shop and I just want
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to go to sleep. I change him out of his pyjamas and he throws up all over his clean clothes and all over the carpet. The range of food sources on this floor is becoming increasingly eclectic.
I try and prep some food for tonight’s dinner but forget it’s in the oven and it ends up burnt. A friend texts to ask if I want to join them for a day out. I CAN’T DO IT, I CANT BRAVE THE WORLD! It’s easier to stay here with the safety of my kettle (or wine bottle) and wait for this mess to all blow over.
He finally goes to sleep and I sit down to write
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this. I read what I’ve been stressing about and realise that I don’t actually have any major problems, I’m just really bloody tired and I woke up as grumpy as my baby, he’s just having a shit day too. Some days it’s fine to say, ’I’m having a crap day, and it’s not really for any major reason.’
My husband texts me, he’s knackered and wants to curl up on his sofa at work and sleep all day. Looks like it’s scrambled eggs on toast for dinner again tonight! I hope you’re having a good day, and if not, just picture yourself on a sun lounger,
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somewhere hot, ON YOUR OWN! It seems to be working for me right now.
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Jen Stephens - 24 Nov 16
Most days are totally doable, right?, but quite frankly today can go fuck itself. EVERYTHING is pissing me off and it’s only midday. All I want right now is a large glass of wine, a sun lounger and a week away in the Caribbean… ON MY OWN! My calm and measured exterior has become a raging bull!
The night was shit and neither my husband or I had enough sleep. I think it’s been building up for some time now and we are both just totally exhausted. As soon as I got up I knew I was in for a day of the grumps. Whingy McWhingeface (aka my baby) started with the constant moaning. I picked him up, he fought. I put him down, he cried. I sat on the floor with him and he clambered back on to me… this cycle repeated about a 100 times.
I look around my kitchen, it’s a state. The carpet is a mix of pea snaps, satsuma juice and banana. ‘Carpet in the kitchen!’ I hear you cry. Yes, it was here when I moved in and it’s still clinging on to some ugly flooring underneath. (We really need to change it.)
I look at my phone, a text from my bank. Unusual activity has been suspected on my account, great! I have to wait until 8am before their lines are open, this feels like an eternity. I’m cursing the fact that some bastard has tried to steal my money before I even check my bank balance. It turns out everything is fine and the text is a fake, but the worry for 2hrs before I call them is really something I could have done without.
The morning progresses and I’m knackered, make-up isn’t cutting through the black circles and I just feel old. I’ve used as much pain relief on Mr Whinge face as possible, but he’s still all over the shop and I just want to go to sleep. I change him out of his pyjamas and he throws up all over his clean clothes and all over the carpet. The range of food sources on this floor is becoming increasingly eclectic.
I try and prep some food for tonight’s dinner but forget it’s in the oven and it ends up burnt. A friend texts to ask if I want to join them for a day out. I CAN’T DO IT, I CANT BRAVE THE WORLD! It’s easier to stay here with the safety of my kettle (or wine bottle) and wait for this mess to all blow over.
He finally goes to sleep and I sit down to write this. I read what I’ve been stressing about and realise that I don’t actually have any major problems, I’m just really bloody tired and I woke up as grumpy as my baby, he’s just having a shit day too. Some days it’s fine to say, ‘I’m having a crap day, and it’s not really for any major reason.’
My husband texts me, he’s knackered and wants to curl up on his sofa at work and sleep all day. Looks like it’s scrambled eggs on toast for dinner again tonight! I hope you’re having a good day, and if not, just picture yourself on a sun lounger, somewhere hot, ON YOUR OWN! It seems to be working for me right now.
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