over it.
i've mentioned before that i've got the maternal instinct of a dead rat, so it won't be surprising to note that whlst i type this, one child is geeking it up with classic doctor who, and the other is playing a table top game with his dad (davinci - something), and he's thriving, and totally destroying pots.
meanstwhile...i'm almost 2 bottles of wine down over 12 hours, because i just don't want to think.
i was awake at 4am. so this, for me, is the longest summer solstice in my life thus far. all attempts to nap during the day were thwarted by inconsiderates, and i was even forced to teach the monkey a lesson on respect! (and he only apologised so i'd let him watch star wars)....
the majority of the bollocks i have to deal with is due to a lack of dicatation to the laws which are written on the wall. there are only a few, and they only take up one A4 sheet of paper in 16 font, but apparently they are too many, and when i attempt to enforce them, i'm the BEAST OF FUCK YOU ALL AND GET THIS SHIT DONE OR ELSE YOU HAVE NO PRIVILEGES. ... somehow they always get their privileges, and i'm accused of stealing from them when i enact the laws written on the wall.
I. GIVE. THE. FUCK. UP.
i am, from today, counting the number of days it takes before anyone realises i actually do anything.