There are times I feel as though I have been thrust into some sort of parallel, or quite possibly some randomly assigned sort of alternative universe. It commences this morning with The Wrong Bowl Tantrum. Grumpy Pants had done his own breakfast, and Chippie’s, simultaneously. Grumpy the picked up one…
Tag: dealing with tantrums
The grocery shopping was way past due and the need to the task to be performed imminent. I have
This morning was a little bit like Hell; a veritable comedy of errors that chipped away at my confidence and self worth and had me in tears by around 9.36 at the indoor swimming pool. Essentially, it had not been a good morning. Not helped by my missing, for the…
So … there I was, checking my emails, the three-year-old having his stock standard naked breakfast (Porridge in the Nude) after a small dose of some of his also stock standard fucking with my mind, a la “I wan’ porridge! No, not dat one – I wan’ muesli!” then, just…
Now we can actually start moving things into the ‘new’ house, Grumpy Pants has extra shifts at work. This makes life so much simpler. As it turns out, I’m presented with the duty of gymnastics classes with the pre-schooler, which I sometimes look forward to, except that I get caught,…