Stupid Neighbours and Sick Kids

Today started with a screaming row at 7.15am and a headache. I had the headache, the neighbours had the screaming row, which is why I had the headache. What the hell they had to fight about at 7.15am is a mystery, but it went on for a while, before one of them stormed out the house, slamming the front door.

A couple hours later they were at it again. Most people would realise there was a major issue in their relationship after screaming at each other constantly for seven years, on an almost daily basis. If he’s not screaming at her, she’s screaming at the kids, usually the older one, who screams back just as loud. Me thinks there are one too many alpha females in that house.

Thank God for my calm, laid back, mostly drama-free relationship. Even the kids talk about their issues instead of creating hell and acting out like petulant toddlers. Talking of the kids, their mother informed Bear that they have been off school sick all week, the youngest only going in to school today. Bear’s picking them up around 4pm this afternoon, so I’m going to make sure we have enough lemon and honey and Paracetamol at the ready.

Thankfully, since July I haven’t been ill, although I seem to be developing a bit of a cough this last week or so. No sniffles, bugs or viruses, which for me is a big thing, usually I get everything going around and spend weeks on end ill with something, only to get it again as soon as I’ve recovered. That hasn’t been the case the past six months. I’m thinking it’s the new vegetarian diet, all those vitamins and proteins boosting my immune system. God knows it needs it.

Sick kids means a very quiet weekend, the fortnightly visit to Bear’s Mom won’t go ahead this weekend, as she’s had heart issues over the past year and had to have stents put in. The least amount of strain on her health, the better. The elder child’s Volleyball match won’t be happening either… not that I’m bothered about that, it involves Bear driving an hour and 20 minutes each way and sitting around for 2 hours while they warm up, play the match and get showered and refreshed afterwards.

After two weeks of mostly early shifts and some very late nights, he could do with the rest.

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