I’m grumpy. Even more so than the first time I wrote this post, thanks to a certain toddler and her sticky fingers.
It may also have something to do with the fact that after a screamingly insufficient 4 hours sleep, I am now home alone with aforementioned toddler.
This was NOT the plan.
The plan was to spend the day comfortably nursing my anticipated hangover, toddler free.
The plan was foiled by Grandma’s failure to pick up said toddler this morning, due to an alleged migraine. Personally I don’t see why one wouldn’t want to babysit a 14 month old demon spawn while nursing a blinding headache but hey, each to their own.
Stephen works on Sundays, so is absolutely no help whatsoever. Which brings me to my next grumble. Who the hell works on Sundays anymore?! It’s supposed to be family day, dammit! I can’t wait for the day when that is actually the truth. Mainly because my misery will have some company.
I am now faced with a dilemma – there is no food in the house. Specifically, nothing greasy/fatty/fizzy or sweet. Which means I have to go out and fetch some. Venturing out in public with a cranky baby and an even more cranky mummy, is not going to be fun. Wish me luck!
Oh and did I mention I have my period? Yup.
I realise that it has been a long long time since I posted anything at all. It was an unintentional hiatus, which I hope is over now. There has been a lot going on I guess, and I promise there are more meaningful posts on the way! I’m just too grumpy to write them today.