Grr.

 

I'm having one of those days.

 

Spent the morning putting a bed up, which is hard work when it weights about as much as you do and nothing fits properly. Managed to get it together. Discovered The Husky had COVERED my duvet in Huskyfluffs and slobber, and the others were in the wash as my mother can not pick them up or remind me that they're in the laundry.

 

After all that my mother has spent the day being.... obtuse, obstructive, aggressive and constantly nitpicky. You know what it's like. You take the trash out - they complain that you could have put a single carton in the bin had you waited ten minutes for them to decide to use the end. You can try to explin the number of differnt possibilities there are with the trash issue - you could leave it for 10 years and scientists could discover new life living at the bottom of the bin - but they don't seem to realise the entire world doesn't revolve around them. Or they're plainly to thick to understand or care.

 

Leah is really winding me up at the moment. I've tried my best, I really have, but if she doesn't stop pulling the baby about and constantly making pu stupid tales I'm going to snap. This is an example:

 

Leah: Can I pick up Bobby?

Me: You know you're not allowed to, why don't you go play families with Sil.

Leah: I'm having Bobby as my baby!!!!

Me: He's not a doll Leah, you can't play with him.

Leah: But I'll leave him in his seat.

Me: No

Leah: I won't take him out

Me: No

Leah: I won't pull him around!

Me: No. There are dolls over there. Use them.

Leah: I'll have two babies, a doll, and Bobby.

Me: Leah, what did I just say?

Leah: I won't even touch him

Me: He is not a doll. The dolls are behind you. You play with those, not the real children.

Leah: Fine. *sulks and will not play*

 

Ten minutes later:

 

Leah: Can I pick up Bobby?

Me: He's fine playing in his seat at the moment

Leah: But he wants to come to me! 

Me: Leah, later, when he's had dinner.

Leah: God, I just want to hold him! It's so unfair! Yasmine and Romana get to pick him up!

Me: Yasmine and Romana are both three years older than you and ask permission.

Leah: I pick up other babies.

Me: And you know Kirsty doesn't want you picking Bobby up. End of discussion.

Leah: But she lets me hold hold him!

Me: **Gives up and ignores**

 

I mean OH MY FUCKING GOD. Imagine a day of that. Imagine a week of it. No wonder her mother works so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's not just that either, it's all the stupid lies she makes up.

 

I know, I know, I'm being mean because I'm a cranky old lady who is tired after doing actual physical labour. But she is just driving me bonkers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

She is a seriously insecure child. I don't think she has much stability, and her mother feels guilty because she works so much. But that's life as a single parent I suppose - you're either a layabout taking state handouts, or you have to work two jobs to cover your bills.

 

Anyway. I'm on Utopia, Kingdom 6:18 if anyone is interested.

 

xx

Claire