My Morning So Far!
So, eldest needed to go to the doctors this morning so got him and the tiny terrorist in the car. Nice quiet doctors waiting room, Tommy picks his nose and presents to me on the end of his finger what he found in there, whilst simultaneously shouting 'eeeeugh bogeys mummy!'. Fabulous.
In the doctors office and of course Tommy also needs his blood pressure, temp and o2 stats checking as well as Alf 🙄 so we were there twice as long as we needed to be.
Get to the pharmacy to collect prescription, and Tommy takes the snack (that he brought with him, he hasn't eaten since HALF AN HOUR AGO) to the counter to pay for it 🤦♀️ cue the lovely woman pretending to scan his raisins and breakfast bar whilst I rather poorly try and explain that really isn't what I'm feeding him for breakfast, and that hes already had 3 bowls of cheerios. After I told her hes only 1, and she saw the size of him, I think she believed me.
Get to the car, and some massive (literally, MASSIVE) twat and his stuck up wife have parked so close to my car that I can't open the door to get Tommy in. Asked them through the window if they wouldnt mind please pulling forward whilst I got Tommy in his seat, but a sudden bout of deafness befell them and they turned the other way. Not the wisest move.
Pulled the car out with Tommy on my knee, who is now screaming because I won't let him drive the car. Get him round to his seat and hes now in full on tantrum mode, rigid straight point blank refusing to bend in the middle to sit in his seat. By now Mr Large and Mrs Stuck Up Arsehole are casting disapproving glances at me and rolling their eyes. Dont worry my loves, I'll get to you in a minute.
FINALLY get Tommy in his seat thanks to a helpful Alf and Peppa Sodding Pig who still hasn't been sent to fucking slaughter, and close the door. I take a deep breath and remind myself it's frowned upon to drive into someone else's car for parking like a knob.
At this precise moment, Mr Large and Mrs Arsehole exit their car. Imagine my amazement when their hearing instantly returned when I told them exactly what I thought of his twatting parking, and told his wife if she looked down her nose at me like that again I'd make it big enough for her arrogant husband to rest his morning brew on.
I think I need 10 points for not hitting him with her to be honest.
Get home, and I've got the WRONG SODDING PRESCRIPTION.
All this before 10am, and reason number 283662836 why I should drink EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.
I'll just settle for buying a Dacschund to cheer myself up. Ian, just stay off the online banking for a while okaaaaaaaaay?? 😂
In the doctors office and of course Tommy also needs his blood pressure, temp and o2 stats checking as well as Alf 🙄 so we were there twice as long as we needed to be.
Get to the pharmacy to collect prescription, and Tommy takes the snack (that he brought with him, he hasn't eaten since HALF AN HOUR AGO) to the counter to pay for it 🤦♀️ cue the lovely woman pretending to scan his raisins and breakfast bar whilst I rather poorly try and explain that really isn't what I'm feeding him for breakfast, and that hes already had 3 bowls of cheerios. After I told her hes only 1, and she saw the size of him, I think she believed me.
Get to the car, and some massive (literally, MASSIVE) twat and his stuck up wife have parked so close to my car that I can't open the door to get Tommy in. Asked them through the window if they wouldnt mind please pulling forward whilst I got Tommy in his seat, but a sudden bout of deafness befell them and they turned the other way. Not the wisest move.
Pulled the car out with Tommy on my knee, who is now screaming because I won't let him drive the car. Get him round to his seat and hes now in full on tantrum mode, rigid straight point blank refusing to bend in the middle to sit in his seat. By now Mr Large and Mrs Stuck Up Arsehole are casting disapproving glances at me and rolling their eyes. Dont worry my loves, I'll get to you in a minute.
FINALLY get Tommy in his seat thanks to a helpful Alf and Peppa Sodding Pig who still hasn't been sent to fucking slaughter, and close the door. I take a deep breath and remind myself it's frowned upon to drive into someone else's car for parking like a knob.
At this precise moment, Mr Large and Mrs Arsehole exit their car. Imagine my amazement when their hearing instantly returned when I told them exactly what I thought of his twatting parking, and told his wife if she looked down her nose at me like that again I'd make it big enough for her arrogant husband to rest his morning brew on.
I think I need 10 points for not hitting him with her to be honest.
Get home, and I've got the WRONG SODDING PRESCRIPTION.
All this before 10am, and reason number 283662836 why I should drink EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.
I'll just settle for buying a Dacschund to cheer myself up. Ian, just stay off the online banking for a while okaaaaaaaaay?? 😂
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