THE RAGE!!!
it came from no where stayed for a few minutes then left me again. its the exhaustion. I think trying to work, maintain a house and bring up my darling boys is a little much today. It really isn't like this every day. only the other night i sat in my garden thinking how very lucky i was, actually i think i was on the loo...either way it was a a nice moment to know that my boys are lovely and happy my husband has a great job and is happy in it for the first time ever and that we are really really happy all together. That's why it comes as such a shock, when i have these moments of pure unadulterated rage. The moment in question was....about half an hour ago, whilst trying to clean the bathroom and at that particular moment the floor Oscar arrived having waited to long to go for a wee and promptly weed on the floor right in front of me. it wasn't his fault poor thing and yes i did get a bit cross, but the main target of my rage was poor old peter. i can only assume that at that moment he was quietly working away on his computer at work when out of nowhere he received my text informing him that while i work hard maintaining our home and meeting all of our darlings demands i do not appreciate picking up his wet fucking towels from the floor. it wasn't big or clever but really and truly i felt so much better afterwards. so much so that when he text me to apologise i not only accepted it but also apologised to him for freaking out. so thats it. the rage i'm sure will rear it ugly head soon but for now this weeks rage is done.
laters