Its been the most exhausting week. The weekend was too much for me and the week is definately not the most relaxing. Evil Evil sadistic man is on a business trip...lucky bastard. while i am stuck with his of spring aka mini me of evil evil sadistic man ! who happens to think just because the father bought the rights to making my life miserable, he automatically inherits the fucking rights. All I hear the fucking day is "when is he coming, when is he coming, when is he coming back?" Me like a fucking idiot giving the little brat the same fucking answer every single time. SUNDAY!!! how hard is it to remember one miserable word? Sunday. After the second day I realised its not course he cant remember the word/day. Its just soooooo fun to see my face go...OH GOD WHY ME. Its pure evilness I say. In fact while I am typing this , this very moment he is right in front going, is he coming today X a million fucking times. Yesterday was when I really wished the roof will fall on my head and I will die instantly. The sun is blazing through the windows its fucking 40c outside AND inside.
He goes "mommy what day is it today?"
"its Wednesday"
"When is Daddy coming home?"
"Sunday"
"so how many nights is that?"
"4 nights, the last night is Saturday night and when you wake up its Sunday and daddy will be here ok"
"mommy, is it Saturday night now?"
WTF
"its in the middle of the afternoon!!! The sun is so hot, I am thinking of baking a cake outside to safe energy so Al Gore will be proud of me. What the hell do you mean if its Saturday night!"
"YEAH YEAH YEAH , are you baking a cake for daddy? can I help mommy Pleaseeeeeeeeeee Pleaseeeeeeeeeeee, so i can give it to him Tomorrow."
Lord Jesus Christ, safe me man. what did i do that is so wrong that you decided to punish me like this? I'm not asking too much. 8 hrs of sleep , to be able to take a shower longer than 5 mins without a creepy child standing there face pressed against the fucking glass door going " what you doing Mommy?" or go to the toilet, without him standing out side banging on the door shouting "MOMMY ARE YOU DOING PEE PEE OR POO POO?!" I am so sure the neighbours are aware of my bowel moment times better than their own.
what is so different about this business trip? compared to all those countless ones? This torture seems to be planned and choreographed and I am being abused by the Germans and I am not gonna stand by it. Its time to look into my trick bag. Get creative. Its FUCKING WAR now you bloody sausage eating assholes. I am taking them both down. Its ON!
He goes "mommy what day is it today?"
"its Wednesday"
"When is Daddy coming home?"
"Sunday"
"so how many nights is that?"
"4 nights, the last night is Saturday night and when you wake up its Sunday and daddy will be here ok"
"mommy, is it Saturday night now?"
WTF
"its in the middle of the afternoon!!! The sun is so hot, I am thinking of baking a cake outside to safe energy so Al Gore will be proud of me. What the hell do you mean if its Saturday night!"
"YEAH YEAH YEAH , are you baking a cake for daddy? can I help mommy Pleaseeeeeeeeeee Pleaseeeeeeeeeeee, so i can give it to him Tomorrow."
Lord Jesus Christ, safe me man. what did i do that is so wrong that you decided to punish me like this? I'm not asking too much. 8 hrs of sleep , to be able to take a shower longer than 5 mins without a creepy child standing there face pressed against the fucking glass door going " what you doing Mommy?" or go to the toilet, without him standing out side banging on the door shouting "MOMMY ARE YOU DOING PEE PEE OR POO POO?!" I am so sure the neighbours are aware of my bowel moment times better than their own.
what is so different about this business trip? compared to all those countless ones? This torture seems to be planned and choreographed and I am being abused by the Germans and I am not gonna stand by it. Its time to look into my trick bag. Get creative. Its FUCKING WAR now you bloody sausage eating assholes. I am taking them both down. Its ON!
M.T
