PND has kicked in, in a major way. For those of you not in the know, its that kind of shitty depression you get after you've shat out a football sized devil spawn.. this time i'm referring to little Mr. C..
Don't get me wrong I often gush about my sproglings but today is not that kinda day.
Yesterday was crap, lots of errends and to-ing and fro-ing... with at least 2 of the kids in tow which didn't help the whole PND situation. Then dance class after school for the big 2 I had an extra one so not only did I have to cart all 4 of mine out but someone elses 'little darling' aswell.
The dance teacher called me 'the pied piper' everytime she sees me i seem to have more kids with me!
To top this all off , I dropped £15 in the hour of dance class as I 'had' to buy 2 dance company t-shirts as the girls are going to be preforming at the fayre in the summer... oh the joys! and Mr. C had his first set of baby jabs too which has left him feeling just as grumpy as me!
Today isn't much better.. I have a day at home today. I have housework today. I have laundry today. Today isn't good...
Miss B is craving my attention on a one-to-one basis.. which is a no go as Mr. C is still as grumpy as he was yesterday and is also wanting to be sitting on me at every given opportunity. Today is going to be 'fun'!
Both of my neighbours have dogs, I on the other hand have cats.. 2 of the little buggers Jackson and Dave. They are brothers. They are sods! well Dave is!
The old lady who lives on the left is one of these horrible old battleaxes who hates kids (good place to rent your house love, next door to someone who has 4!) hates cats and thinks shes a pornstar in the making.. the noises i hear from her 'computer' room equipted with webcam (yes she is that kind of discusting old cow) are, lets just say disturbing at the very least.. and LOUD!
She owns a 'rat on a lead' and parades it around the neighbourhood like it's the best thing since sliced bread.. it's rather inappropriately named 'Randy'.
The neighbours on the right are a young pair with a child (although the bloke is not the kids dad) they have 2 dogs, both labs. The golden one is 'oringially' named Marley... guess whos a fan of Owen Wilson and Jenifer Anison.
Jackson and Dave are terrified. Dave has a heart murmur and Jackson pisses blood in my bath evertime he so much as smells a dog.. I'm sure you can imagine the size of my vet bills.
Today all i'm hearing is fucking dogs trying to communicate with each other across my 6ft garden fences... SHUT THEM THE FUCK UP PEOPLE!
Rant over, have a nice day..