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mysteriousaliwaysDamn day *kicks computer desk*
Damn toothache - bloody agony, and stopping me getting more than three hours sleep a night for the last few days.
Damn dentist who, when I pointed out that I was getting some twinges of pain in my upper teeth, airily dismissed my observation with 'oh they look alright - you're probably just grinding your teeth in your sleep'. I think not. Twinge progressed to full-fledged agony within a few weeks.
Damn team-mate, who greets me with 'You look really washed out'. Well thanks, that's cheered me up no end. (And I know that's unfair to him as he was just being concerned for my well-being, but I'm on a roll here, so ignore that.)
Damn driver yelling abuse at me at the roundabout.
Damn PMT. Skin has gone horribly pasty and spotty on top of everything else.
Damn Resource Management department who now won't give us special leave for domestic emergencies (quote from Employee Guide, 'such as burst pipes or flooding') unless we book it in advance. Oh right, I'll be sure to plan my domestic emergencies well in advance, thanks. So, when the kids are ill you can't claim a measly 3 days special leave per annum but have to take it out of your holiday leave. Right, I'll get my kids to consult with me in advance when they're going to be ill, shall I? Right.
Damn work sending Alan off to Wales for a meeting for the day and making him set the alarm for 4am to get the first flight and make him get the last flight home. He may make it back before midnight, but I doubt it. And they expect him back in the office tomorrow. That's all I need when I finally overcome the toothache enough to get to sleep to sleep at 2am, an alarm 2 hours later. Could I get back to sleep? Could I hell. The pain finally started to wear off and I started to doze off just as my alarm went off.
Damn roadworks. What possessed Newcastle roads department to schedule roadworks on all the bottlenecks at the same time? That Vickers roundabout is the worst-designed road junction it has ever been my misfortune to sit fuming at, waiting for a gap in the traffic. And they reduce the road leading to it to one lane. Just before rush hour. (The cones were not there mid-morning.) And are they actually doing anything constructive in the empty lane? Well, what do you think? It took me an hour and a half to get home tonight, instead of 30-odd minutes. And if I hadn't done a u-turn and gone by all the back roads through the dodgier areas of Newcastle I'd still have been there yet. I was planning on getting home early tonight.
Damn kids from next door. We're not even out of the car before they're over cluttering up the place when I'm attempting to get my two to do their homework, will not leave even when I tell them that my two are not going to be allowed to play tonight as it's half-an-hour till bedtime and they have homework to do, and make me come perilously close to being abrupt with, if not positively rude to, them. They're nice kids but sometimes I want the house to ourselves. Just once in a while. Cue foot-stamping screaming tantrum from my eldest who yells that she'd rather live on the streets than here because I'm horrible.
Damn hay-fever.
Damn offspring who will not get ready for bed, will not stay in bed, will not stay quiet, will not lie down and just damn well sleep, dammit! until I get to the stage where I'm literally screaming at them.
Damn, fucking, bloody horrible day (and I hate swearing but this day bloody well demands it).
*is seriously tempted to scream and throw something through the window*
*snarls and goes off to find emergency chocolate*
Damn toothache - bloody agony, and stopping me getting more than three hours sleep a night for the last few days.
Damn dentist who, when I pointed out that I was getting some twinges of pain in my upper teeth, airily dismissed my observation with 'oh they look alright - you're probably just grinding your teeth in your sleep'. I think not. Twinge progressed to full-fledged agony within a few weeks.
Damn team-mate, who greets me with 'You look really washed out'. Well thanks, that's cheered me up no end. (And I know that's unfair to him as he was just being concerned for my well-being, but I'm on a roll here, so ignore that.)
Damn driver yelling abuse at me at the roundabout.
Damn PMT. Skin has gone horribly pasty and spotty on top of everything else.
Damn Resource Management department who now won't give us special leave for domestic emergencies (quote from Employee Guide, 'such as burst pipes or flooding') unless we book it in advance. Oh right, I'll be sure to plan my domestic emergencies well in advance, thanks. So, when the kids are ill you can't claim a measly 3 days special leave per annum but have to take it out of your holiday leave. Right, I'll get my kids to consult with me in advance when they're going to be ill, shall I? Right.
Damn work sending Alan off to Wales for a meeting for the day and making him set the alarm for 4am to get the first flight and make him get the last flight home. He may make it back before midnight, but I doubt it. And they expect him back in the office tomorrow. That's all I need when I finally overcome the toothache enough to get to sleep to sleep at 2am, an alarm 2 hours later. Could I get back to sleep? Could I hell. The pain finally started to wear off and I started to doze off just as my alarm went off.
Damn roadworks. What possessed Newcastle roads department to schedule roadworks on all the bottlenecks at the same time? That Vickers roundabout is the worst-designed road junction it has ever been my misfortune to sit fuming at, waiting for a gap in the traffic. And they reduce the road leading to it to one lane. Just before rush hour. (The cones were not there mid-morning.) And are they actually doing anything constructive in the empty lane? Well, what do you think? It took me an hour and a half to get home tonight, instead of 30-odd minutes. And if I hadn't done a u-turn and gone by all the back roads through the dodgier areas of Newcastle I'd still have been there yet. I was planning on getting home early tonight.
Damn kids from next door. We're not even out of the car before they're over cluttering up the place when I'm attempting to get my two to do their homework, will not leave even when I tell them that my two are not going to be allowed to play tonight as it's half-an-hour till bedtime and they have homework to do, and make me come perilously close to being abrupt with, if not positively rude to, them. They're nice kids but sometimes I want the house to ourselves. Just once in a while. Cue foot-stamping screaming tantrum from my eldest who yells that she'd rather live on the streets than here because I'm horrible.
Damn hay-fever.
Damn offspring who will not get ready for bed, will not stay in bed, will not stay quiet, will not lie down and just damn well sleep, dammit! until I get to the stage where I'm literally screaming at them.
Damn, fucking, bloody horrible day (and I hate swearing but this day bloody well demands it).
*is seriously tempted to scream and throw something through the window*
*snarls and goes off to find emergency chocolate*
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Date: Wednesday, 9 June 2004 15:08 (UTC)no subject
Date: Wednesday, 9 June 2004 15:17 (UTC)Chocolate-encrusted - the only birthday cake option :)
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Date: Wednesday, 9 June 2004 15:12 (UTC)no subject
Date: Wednesday, 9 June 2004 15:18 (UTC)Chocolate is my Prozac :)
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Date: Wednesday, 9 June 2004 15:43 (UTC)I sympathise entirely with the work thing. We don't even get the three days. Any time spent with sick kids must come out of your leave. I still haven't forgiven them for refusing to give me special leave when M was in hospital.
And kids. Well it's like they can sense that you've had a bad day and the play on it. At least mine do. You slog through days like this and just when you think at last I've got them in bed, up they pop again like demented jack in the boxs
On second thoughts forget the painkillers and the chocolate and get some whisky down you. Also frozen peas wrapped in a tea towel and held to your jaw are very soothing.
I'm sending Sean and Elijah over to entertain the children, Bono to chauffer you to work, Andy in his gollum suit to scare away the kids from next door, Edge to take the place of Alan whilst he's away and Billy and Dom to heap loads of love and tender care on you.
Much love
XXXX
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Date: Thursday, 10 June 2004 16:41 (UTC)Why didn't I think of whisky?
Thanks for sending the boys over (Bono as a chauffeur? Well at least it should bring a little excitement into my life, lol). Mmmm, Edge!snuggles and Dom/Billy!pampering should cheer me up immensely and Sean, Elijah and Andy are making themselves very useful, bless 'em.
Much love back at you m'dear.
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Date: Wednesday, 9 June 2004 16:48 (UTC)I got toothache from grinding about this time last year over my A-levels, and was pretty much a walking cocktail. It works though. *hugs*
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Date: Thursday, 10 June 2004 16:42 (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: Thursday, 10 June 2004 16:43 (UTC)no subject
Date: Wednesday, 9 June 2004 17:43 (UTC)::gives you chocolate and porn::
Well, maybe just chocolate. ;o)
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Date: Thursday, 10 June 2004 16:44 (UTC)*eats chocolate messily and with gusto*
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*drags in a naked Edge covered in chocolate*
How is that? It was hard to drag him away from Bono, but I managed to do it after handcuffing Bon to the bedpost. Enjoy (because you deserve after a day like that!).
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Date: Thursday, 10 June 2004 16:47 (UTC)Oh my, Edge, you do seem to have got a little messy *licks*.
(I'll leave it to you to keep Bono occupied, Mini Mac :) )
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Date: Thursday, 10 June 2004 23:55 (UTC)(Heh heh heh...*shifty eyes*)