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No.
By hissychick | December 13, 2009
I am slothing around here at home. Alone. Which for those of you who have done the whole almost full term gig before know is sheer bliss. Necessary space when you already have two other boisterous non day sleeping kidlets.
While my two ratbags are enjoying Santa photos and treats with the grandparents and mr hissychick is not quite enjoying multiple messages from me re Christmas and hopsital bag purchases that he is too terrified to get wrong I am perched on my disturbingly wide behind doing two fifths of bugger all. Too lazy to put washing outside on a sunny day (it’s in the dryer-ahem)…hell, I’m too irritated by the rib flare to even break up this post into meaningful sentences.
So it’s not too hard a stretch to understand that I am over the Christmas season…and more importantly I am over all non necessary social engagements and the like.
There are two people in my life who do not seem to get this right now and if they don’t let up I will explode.
No. A simple two letter word, with a powerful and unambiguous meaning that babies understand and toddlers have mastered well before they are two.
No. The simple answer and all the justification necessary that is the right of every heavily pregnant woman when faced with invitations to endure crappy ‘community’ carols led by annoying evangelical types in insufferable summer heat.
No. I do not want to provide assvice on plumbing and home maintenance matters that might be of importance to you but can and should be solved with your own husband, thereby avoiding crowding into what little brain matter I have left that is firing on all neurons. Especially when you don’t seem to want a solution, just an excuse to ramp up your own stess levels and therefore mine.
No. I do not want my child joining in with you at whatever trivial sugar fuelled outing you condure up at a moment’s notice to avoid spending time alone with your own. Funnily enough I do not need the ensuing meltdown triggered by the persistent and erratic bad behaviour meted out on my daughter by her friend. Behaviour which should not be excused on the basis of a condition which requires firm and consistent boundaries and the need to learn that you cannot expect others to continue to play with you if you physically and verbally lash out at them all of the time.
No. I should not have to endure repated calls/text messages to convey that I won’t be participating in either the event or the issue. That I am this close to snapping, and instead of humming Little Spanish Flea in my head I may very well scream at you to
eff off.
No.
(And yes…now that I am all vented out I will be back next time with a belly shot and a much happier lala post about fluffy bunnies or the like).
Topics: Going bogue, hissyfit, what to expect when you're expecting #3 | 2 Comments »
Eff off indeed Miss Hiss!
Hope said pain in the ass leaves you alone pronto!
xx Em
Posted by: Em on December 15th, 2009 at 10:59 pmJust hand in there a little bit more, darling.
Take a breather.
Take care.
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