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Josh was due a follow-up paediatric appointment...in 2013.

It arrived through the post today.

To say I'm annoyed would be an understatement given that we have had to deal with his behaviour alone and unsupported for the past two years all because some silly bint in a pencil skirt can't lick an envelope and post it to us.
 
Okay, Father Time. This week can come to an end now, if it's all the same to you.

Second freaking time in four days that Aurora's backpack was forgotten--which has resulted in paying for two cab rides I could have done without. >.>

At this rate, I may as well just keep her home tomorrow, because hell knows neither one of us has it on the ball, this week.
 
I've got a massive headache, I'm tired as, and I have to hide all evidence of baby's existence before 10am today because we live in a 3 bedroom house and we're already one tenant over with the big kids as it is. I wish hubby would just get his bloody ass in gear and buy us a damn house. I'm over this renting bs and over the stress of house inspection.
I've been screaming like a banshee at my kids all morning because I can't put the ****ing pram down, no idea how this damn thing works, and it's also probably because I'm too tired to think straight! Yeah, mother of the year award does NOT go to the mum losing her **** on her kids. Especially considering two of them are special needs and they in turn freaked out at my screaming. Yes it was THAT sort of screaming. Oh, and then the eldest boy WOULD give the younger one a bleeding lip too.
WTF.
I still need to vaccuum and wipe down all the damn condensation on the windows. And that ****ing pram. I want to rip it apart right now. We can't afford to get kicked out right now. I HAVE to get this place in good shape. I'm not even dressed yet and I have to get the kids to school and kindy. How in the bloody world do people just expect mums to do all this **** on their own?
No, don't call me mommy. I don't deserve to be called your mommy after this morning. I'm always scared I'll end up being like my dad, but the reality is I'm so much ****ing worse than he ever was, and that's saying a lot because I'm NOT an alcoholic like he was. This after my BF praised me yesterday about how well I'm doing.
How well I'm doing.
Everyone keeps saying 'you're looking well', you're doing well, good on you, yay hurrah.
Yeah, well. Look at me, keeping my **** together and all today.
So when my therapist rings me today to ask how my sleep has been for the past two nights? No better than the rest of the week, and oh, hey, I thought I should mention that I have this strong urge to do something stupid because I'm so angry and so sad and WHY do I have to keep this up when I make everyone miserable and scared around me anyway? I can't deal with life. I've been trying really ****ing hard. I'm eating well, I'm exercising, I'm talking to people, I'm communicating more, I'm doing the mindfulness ****, I've got legions of support behind me, I'm taking my meds. I'm doing everything right so WHY am I still sinking?
**** it.
 
"American's need to see these drawing!"

Do we really?
The only thing those drawing were ever gonna do was rile up a small minority of the Muslim community in the US.
Because, let's be honest, the majority of Muslims in America already know and respect other people's right to "Freedom of Speech", and the ones that don't probably won't care much beyond verbal outcry.

So, in short, these drawings have probably only managed to make a majority of the Muslim community feel a little offended and think that we enjoy ridiculing them.

And you know what's the funniest thing about all this? The zealots who shoot those people over the stupid drawings?
They themselves probably know that in the US it's legally okay to make such drawings, they just don't ****ing care.
 
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While PETA is certainly a very problematic organization, all of a sudden blaming them for objectifying women based on their ads featuring naked celebrities is barking up a wrong tree.
1. It's a tactic where they are using something people like to look at, mostly cause it's something that is still somewhat taboo, to make sure issues no one really bats an eyelash at will get people's attention. Cheap, but effective, and also used by a certain feminist group you often see in the news.
2. Those celebrities are adults capable of making their own decisions and have given their full consent.
 
PETA sucks.

So I call the doctor with a medical emergency that cannot be handled effectively at A&E. After questions which ascertain that yes, I am at risk and no, I am unable to rely on anyone for necessary specialised support, I am told that the soonest they can see me is...tomorrow.

Let me look up the word emergency in a dictionary... Oh yes, they are completely right. An emergency is when someone can wait for treatment for days, if necessary, even as a high risk patient, so that some stupid old woman with a dodgy toe can be seen first. :shifty:
 
Wait a second there, if you say 1 minute between a sparring match and another, why the hell is it magically... 10 SECONDS??? Man, I'm not Superman, 5 rounds like that and I'm done, don't have infinite breath.

And why do I have to carry on till someone else wins? What is this, King of the Hill?

If you wanna use this type of training, at least be fair and give proper rest time. And mix up the matchups, pls!
 
Ugh, I am so not looking forward to nearly five days with no computer, two grumpy old farts I also call parents, one of which has again taken upon pinching me and calling me fat and then wondering why I get upset, and having to entertain relatives.

Besides the standard "did you get a job yet" question, I am fully expecting "did you find a boyfriend yet" as well. And I don't know the polite way to make this question stop. To be honest I don't want a boyfriend, while having a partner has it's benefits, though it's all a big gamble, my patience for life together has run out long time ago thanks to my parents and now it all feels like I'll be jumping from pan only to fall into fire. I'll stick to fictional men, thank you very much.

Brother will be possibly coming over on Thursday with kids. Don't know if Milady will be coming as well, after her latest bullshit, I sincerely hope not.
 
Besides the standard "did you get a job yet"

Good luck. Well at least you don't have to sit through a one and half hour lecture every week about how finding a job is for depressed losers. And if you want to be a winner and make a name for yourself then you should learn about fruits and vegetabiles so you can open your own Fruit and Vegetable store.