Saturday 23 January 2010

I am suffering short bout rage syndrome.

This is my day: get up at 6am, walk the dog, go to work, come home, walk the dog, sort out the washing, do some filing, go to the gym, come home, cook dinner, spend evening downloading spending habits in bid to grasp nettles, clean up, sweep large amount of floor, clean large amount of floor, more washing, clean kitchen, load dishwasher, write on blog, fold up ironing, hang out more washing etc, etc

Teenager: Get up in the afternoon, pull clean washing out of machine and dump on floor, find paracetomal in medicine cabinet by pulling other meds out first and leave door open, dump soap-powder on washing (after having knocked washing off pile) leave wrappers in amongst clean washing, eat dinner with no thanks, go out, come back, dump all stuff in hall way and in so doing, block entrance, let dog in sitting room, let dog get nappy out of bin and shred all over sitting room floor. Refuse to clear up nappy as not dog owner, mess up sofa, go into other room - leaving cushions all over place. Leave all lights and television on, despite knowledge of financial crisis. leave mugs upstairs, dump plate on side and to top it all, be rude, sullen and stroppy.

So this is the joy of parenting. This is just one child. This is one child that is deliriously happy and content at the moment.

Tomorrow I can get up at 6am and start the whole thing all over.
Housekeeper, Cook, Dogs body, psychologist, nemesis - seeking additional income and another 5 hours a day.
Jealous?

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