Thats what I'm suffering from.
Sick of everone I deal with thinking what they do is more important than what I want to do.
Lets take my daughters for example. Please, someone take them.
Lizzie. Sigh. I drive her to school in the mornings. I leave the house at 8.48am. Have for years. But lately she's decided to stroll out at 9am. When I say to her I really need to be gone by 8.48 she rolls her eyes and said whats it matter, that I'll just have ten minutes less to sit around and read a book in the afternoon. And I felt like going around and grabbing her ponytail and dragging her on to the footpath and giving her a good kicking. And telling her that I've spent the last twenty years raising children, working, keeping a marriage going and if I want to read a god damn book at lunch time I will.
And Kimba. Sigh. She's home at the moment and she's sick. And she storms around the house because she can't sleep so why should anyone else. She came into my bedroom at 1am the other night and whined about how sick she was and then yelled at me that I didn't care. Well, no, I don't actually because its 1am and anyway she'd been to the doctor and she was on antibiotics and painkillers and what else the hell was I meant to do about it. I mean I know she does have tonsilitis, pharyngytis, croup and bronchitis, but she's 20 for christs sake. Ok, that looks bad, but if she was well enough to go to the pub yesterday afternoon, how was I meant to know she meant it when she said she needed to go to the hospital last night.
And my husband. Who seems to forget everything I tell him within ten minutes. He's doing it at such an alarming rate that I'm starting to think he has early onset alzheimers. And thats just not going to work for me. I'll have to poison him or something. But really, it makes me feel as if everything I say must be as boring as bat shit. And at least I pretend to listen to his boring stories which are as boring as bat shit. Usually about fan motors, compressors, cars or football.
So yesterday I was down the shops and pissed off at everyone so I bought three books. And they weren't even on sale. Then I went to the bottle shop and bought a bottle of wine purely because I liked the label. Anything purple is like a magnet for me. And it was expensive but I thought, stuff it, they can all have toasted sandwiches for two weeks to cover the cost. I love that label and it didn't taste bad either.