I believe you can be described as one of two things; a statue or a pigeon. A statue; you're being crapped on from a great height. A pigeon; you're doing the crapping from a great height.
I describe my days as either. And, once you work out which one you are and accept that, things seem to get easier and easier.
If I were to sit down and add up everything that has ballsed up, stuffed up, gone wrong, caught fire, unsettled, pissed off etc etc me over the last 2 years, you'd spin out. I swear you would. I've been under some 'bad luck' blanket for quite some time now; and I'm now more than ready to pass it on.
But, when you consider things like the cyclone, floods, fires etc; it's not that big a deal. But honestly, I'm getting REALLY sick of my life resembling days of our lives. On my christmas cards this year, I received a HEAP of 'I hope you have a BORING 2011'. And, you know what? So do I!!! But it's still not happening and so be it.
R had his fourth set of grommets in yesterday and all went well, as per normal. Except for vomiting all over the pathway that is. But hey, it could be worse; it could have been all over my car again.
G has broken 2 toes and is meant to start his new job in a week. Again, could be worse; he could've broken his foot.
I have not slept for at least 3 days more than 3 hours. It's KILLING me!! If it's not C asking some remote question about school 'Mum, in the library, are there books on spiders' or G 'ahhhoowwww it hurrttss' it's 'This is a high temperature alarm'.
I'm just past it. I'm tired, cranky and irritable. Don't shit me today, because I think I'd be capable of ripping your head off.