That’s what Mr 5 thinks of me. He’s thought that all day. He might actually have a point – having been yelled at for pretty much the entire day. Night time arrives and it’s eerily quiet – sort of like a truce at the battlefront!
Exactly why we are locking horns at the moment is anyone’s guess. He and I have always managed to raise the volume around here. I don’t have any patience just now – largely due to attempting to keep the lurgy at bay still, plus everyone else still has colds/flus/lurgies – and I’m feeling like I’m the only one attempting to keep some semblance of normality round the joint. That and the fact I know I should be doing stuff. So, I guess I just caved in to the inner child and have been playing his game. I know, I’m the adult. Yah-de-yah. See, I can’t even remain sane here and now! Sometimes it just feels good to blow my stack once in a while. People round here start actually behaving like they might want to keep me on side for a day or two. Yep, that’s about all the currency I get out if it. But hey, I’ll take it.
But you know – even the darn biscuits seem to be on Mr 5’s side…. the chocolate chippies all spread and seem undercooked. Even though they were in a little longer than usual. And then dinner burnt a bit. Yep, truly the world’s worst mother today!