I just woke up and I am not yet upset.

I had a totally suckful day yesterday and I had an argument with my whole family last night, mainly because I feel totally taken for granted atm, and because I was feeling very down after the funeral I just thought they might have had a bit more compassion.

No such luck.

So I told them all what a bunch of selfish arseholes they are and went to bed.

I feel no better this morning.

eta: It was to do with the boys having to be asked numerous times to clean up their room (big deal) along with a few other little things, and just a residual issue with Daryl from the weekend that resurfaced because I felt like shit (yes I don't do that usually. It's counterproductive, but I needed to get my feelings off my chest). Basically they were just being the same as they always are - boys - and I feel isolated at the moment for some reason. My hair is falling out and my skin is out of control and I just feel like it's the end of the world. I talked to the doctor and they said it's normal. I'm starting to think she's wrong.

You got the womanitis.

Yeah, I'm feeling this way just because I'm a woman.

Oh, ba.
You love them and they love you.

I'm sure they're shits short term though.

The red-tops like to suggest women are both ridiculous, and irresponsible (if they work) or hard bitches who are unreasonable and overly appreciative of the real value of money if they don't (which is why they feature shirts at £230 and bags £500+.... of course)

I never thought I'd have an issue with another woman - well, at least one I didn't know. But I'm sick & tired of a witch who has a combined income of £80k writing about restaurants, bags and shoes. Fuck you. You're not even interesting! Come write wbout not being able to afford Occupational Pottery. Eh? Stuff that up your skinny arse!

ETA - sorry. Not addressed to anyone here. Watched a bit too much TV tonight.

'Skay. I know that woman. She IS a bitch.

You know who shits me from Pommy TV? The bloody Tamsin Day-Lewis chick.

God I wish my life was that fucking perfect!

Nothing to worry about, no one needs to get any flu shots. Nothing to see here, just move right along.

I can SEE the forest fire from our window...BAH

It's very pretty and terrifying at the same time.

Get off the bloody internet then. Either prepare your house, defend your house, evacuate, or at least take some flamin' pictures!

Seriously, best wishes for you Jaydaan, those things are scary and dangerous. Let us know when the danger has passed.

Yeah, I was thinking that unless there's a bloody great river between her and the fire she needs to do something other than look at it.

I second the 'let us know that you're safe' thought expressed above Jaydaan.

there is a great bloody lake between me and the fire... and I have a picture on my facebook..... http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/ph...9052471&ref=nf

It is kilometres away, and honestly there IS a lake between me and it.. but this is the first time we have been close enough to
SEE it.
Smell it, have smoke every where... have ashes cover our car and deck.... but SEE it is different.......

My son's PPCD teacher sent his school supply list in the mail. Finally. School starts in less than two weeks--which is plenty of time for bullshit things like construction paper and glue and all that, no problem.

But... number one on the list is a full-size backpack, because while she acknowledges the 3-year-olds look ridiculous trying to carry something that's 3/4ths as tall as they are, it's really necessary in order to fit all the progress folders that get sent home.

Fair enough. But it would have really, really helped if I'd had this information an extra two weeks ago, before I took Minifob to pick out his special (miniature) Lightning McQueen backpack, put photos of it in his social story about starting school, and let him play with it each day. I'm trying to make some small dent in the nasty, nasty transition this is going to be for him, and she just set us back farther than we would have been if I'd not tried to prepare him at all.

Right now, my plan is to go buy a full-size Lightning McQueen backpack on the sly, take new photos, re-print and replace his social story on his bookshelf, and act as if this has been his special new backpack all along. He will certainly notice, and there will be fits because we obviously don't deal well with change, but the only way he'll get past it is if the old one is quietly eaten by ninjas in the night, never to be seen again.

wtf? A full-size backpack? How big are these reports anyway?