How how how did everything end up so complicated?
Is it any wonder I have “the mentals”?
Every day something seems to compromise my extremely delicate mental state.
Yesterday it was the lack of salonwear.
Then the rhyme time failure where some newbie, fresh faced teen mums thought that I was evidentally deaf and couldn’t hear them criticising me after the Toddler threw a library book.
Today it was not being able to park at the park…compounded by shitting it about tomorrow. I’m not scared about class. I’m scared of not getting everything done.
And then topped off by both children refusing to eat.
You see, I need to get my kit tomorrow, after I haved fed O and tried to express off some fresh milk to go in the fridge.
Then lunch and more expression after his feed (if he sleeps) then cooking tea and getting him to nap until 6ish.
I don’t know if I can do it. I don’t know if he’ll take it. This is a very complex arrangement. So complex that I’m getting a complex about it.
And there will be no one here to bring my shoes in so I’ll have to find time to go and get them.
Even the most simple things in my life become tangled little knots of crap that I have to unpick while getting kicked in the face.