6 posts tagged “grumpy”

The girls got to their positions at the hotdog stand half an hour early on Sunday. Of course, when we dropped them off they were fighting over who would carry what. Instead of one of them carrying the two bags with the small cupcakes and another taking the big box with the banana cake, both of them took a bag with J laughingly leaving her sister to take the box as well. Of course, with it being H, this did not go down well. She cursed, she shouted, she hissed and begrudgingly took the cake box out with her and upon catching up with her sister, dumped it, rather unceremoniously on the grass and stormed off. Ah, again, the joy of twins.

They were only due to be there for two hours and eventually came home seven and a half hours later, absolutely shattered and with sunburnt faces. They'd enjoyed some parts of the day but felt that as they'd stayed on for over five hours more than was required of them and helped take things back to the scout hut that maybe they could have been thanked a bit more. J was actually quite upset that when she pointed out that someone was mistakenly filling up my cake box with the cub's plastic cups that she felt as if they were accusing her of trying to gain a free box. When the cub's missing cup box was found she didn't get an apology and my children are really keen on things being balanced and she said so. That didn't go down too well. There were a few other things that upset them, but they felt the good parts were good experience and H's banana layer cake sold for £5.

So, Red Nose Day arrives once more and although I woke up fairly jovial, I'm now feeling quite pissy.

Some of it could be the dreaded 'Time of the Month' - I can't tell for certain as my whole body is fecking about right now but I certainly have that grrr thang going on.

Some of it could be that I was asked to get up early to face paint the twins and their friend N, and that H had to go get N as N was scared there might be dogs about and she was late leaving hers which meant things were more rushed then they should have been.

Some of it could be because I am fed up of feeling unvalued by KT and the kids in the last few weeks. Last night I was talking to the girls and one gave me permission to talk! and the other told me to hurry up! They seem to pick up an when I feel down or kinda vunerable and use it to be cheeky. At the moment, I can't be angry or I will be too angry - I am sure there are a few gals at least out there who can sympathise with that. At the weekend, KT's family were also quite happy to talk over me, and you know what?

Some of it could be that I am still astounded about the ill-manners and inability to drive of the dopey old git who smacked into us yesterday. We were parked up and were getting KT's shoes on so he could go get a phone that wasn't fecked from a certain car phone shop, when said old codger, who had had a massive amount of space available to him, hit us and shunted the van. I got out to see what was going on and all he did was park up and his equally dopey looking wife got out and went shopping. No apology, nothing. The world is going to feck.

The way I feel at the moment - Sod Everything...

===== 

With that in mind, and the day being all about Comic Relief, if I am suffering, so do you all... have some bad jokes.

What's red and sits in the corner?
A naughty strawberry

What's orange and sounds like a parrot?
A carrot

What's yellow and dangerous?
Shark infested custard

What's green and sings
Elvis Parsley

What's blue and fluffy?
Blue Fluff

What's purple and fixes pipes?
A plum-er 

It's one thing to look up as you are about to cross the road, notice a van heading your way and decide to walk out in front of it and it's another thing completely when you do the above but drag your kids out with you. This happened on Sunday to us. The woman I am writing about knew full well we had turned into the street as she looked into the van and there was eye contact. You could see her mind ticking away and I said to KT 'she's coming over' just as she stepped out. She whipped the kids to the side and half-heartedly shouted 'stop!' at us, but you know, there would have been no time to have stopped if she had been slower.

Then, there are the parents we saw yesterday, who were merrily striding along, chatting away to each other, and when we turned the corner, there was a little lad of about 3, calling for them and trying desperately to catch them up. He was next to a busy road and they would have had no idea if he ran into the road or got snatched until it was too late. I admit, I have been so aggravated I have put a little distance between the children and myself when out walking - but always when walking through the park and always with them no more than two good strides away.

Other parents who annoy me are the ones who push the buggies out into the road and between parked cars when crossing the road. I know it's possible to cross the road safely with a normal buggy, a tandem one, a double one and a gigantic twin pram, all with small children attached to one hand and without putting the kids into the path of fast moving traffic because I have done it. Your children are not there as a barrier between you and a car, nor are they there as a sympathy thing so cars will let you cross because you can't be bothered to walk your child 20 yards down the road to the zebra crossing.

In light of being annoyed, I trawled through my other blog for the following.

======

Something I am not so thankful for is KT's DAB radio...

We are of the opinion that living by the docks is the reason we often can't get a signal from the dratted thing. Just at the bottom of the hill that KT lives on are huge cranes that move position almost constantly, which is why, we think, we can often sit there for ages, moving the aerial about and staring miserably at the signal display as it flits somewhere between 'no NO SIGNAL' and '33', '36', '23', '37'! - then back to 'NO SIGNAL' again.

We came back from holiday with colds. Being the man of the family, obviously KT's cold is the worst, which means that feeling ill yourself is no excuse. He wanted to listen to the Ashes on his radio and I knew two things. There would be 'NO SIGNAL' and that he would fall asleep anyway. It didn't matter, he wanted his radio on and tuned in for it, and so, I found myself at almost 11 at night (I had hoped he would forget) searching for the adapter for it as we'd taken it away with us and it had gone missing. I ended up making a heck of a mess looking for it, trying to get it in time for the start of the cricket so that he wouldn't be all grouchy, but I couldn't find it anywhere. Then, inspiration struck, and I got dressed over my pj's, slipped on a pair of his shoes and went out into the wettest, windiest night to go look in the van. Within minutes, I had the adapter in my hand and a grimace on my face - I had asked KT if he'd checked the box we have in the van for things and he'd said yes, yet there it was, within easy reach. I slopped back inside, stripped off the wet stuff, attempted to plug in his radio but discovered that the plug I wanted was too far away, so I had to move his chair and charger, then plugged the damned thing in. It was 11.15pm already. KT turned into a sloth. He moved this. Patted that. Flicked this. I sat on the bed and stared balefully at him and the radio. I wanted to scream out 'For Goodness Sake! I don't feel well either but I just destroyed the flat and got soaked and windswept for you, so turn the damned thing on!" ... I didn't though.

When he did eventually turn it on at 11.30pm, the inevitable happened. 'NO SIGNAL'. He tried, in his new found slothful state to find a signal, but failed. I tried and managed to find one, but only by placing it on his back at a very strange angle. Perfect signal - all in the 90's baby, yeah. I lay back, feeling smug and feeling like the sunglass wearing smiley on a certain IM - all warm and glowing and ready to sleep. He shifted, the signal faltered. I wiggled the radio about and refound it. A minute later, he shifted again and the signal was lost forever. KT gave in to sleep and started snoring.

I still love him, but oooo I was frustrated that night!

We managed to come back from our break with everyone having the sniffles and a sore throat... and some of us very grumpy indeed.

Mind you, KT's birthday went well - we visited the Pancake House and got thoroughly soaked on the walk there, but that didn't manage to dampen the time we had. KT's mum did wonder why I hadn't said I couldn't eat pancakes (eggs make me ill) but 1) I figure after almost five years as her son's partner, they could have an inkling at least that I can't eat them and 2) it wasn't my birthday - and the birthday boy really wanted pancakes.

The girls have learnt some choice swear words, finger swearing and attitude attacks that I am looking forward to them unlearning - it's bad enough that J wants to be a Chav.

I was dragged from my bed this morning (figuratively of course!) to blearily fill in a visit consent form for the girls and because H has lost a shoelace. Now it may not seem newsworthy to write this down, but I like to keep track of the bizarre little things the kids do. For example, this shoelace. The girls went to a Halloween sleepover at Ja's. I knew it was a mistake to let them. Not only do they come back grumpier than Oscar the Grouch on the worst day of his life, but it was a school night as well. Against my better judgement, I said yes, which is how H happened to be walking home from school yesterday in her white high tops rather than her school shoes and how she managed to lose a school shoe lace on the way. H claims, and J doesn't refute, that J noticed the shoelace was missing on the walk home, but that they couldn't check for it as N who they walk home, had an appointment at the asthma clinic and couldn't be late. Confused yet? I know I am. How did she lose said shoelace? How did J notice it's absence on the walk home if the shoe it was supposed to put away? Why was this such a reason to swear and whine this morning? I pinched a lace from an old boot and tried to settle them down before unleashing them onto the world. No idea if it worked, but I know the twins are going to bed early tonight.