Rage

I find that there are days when my urge to destroy people are stronger than others. Today is one of those days.

It never fails to happen on a Monday morning. In the space of time between 8.30 and 10.40, I discovered the following things.

1. We left our hairdryer (brand new) at the hotel we stayed at over the weekend. So, wet hair.

2. My MIL has had an abnormal blood test- her blood isn’t clotting like it should. We don’t know what this means, but the hospital in London that she attends didn’t seem too worried about it. Wish we could feel the same.

3. My FIL does not know how to do laundry and has consequently stuck a new, stretchy maternity top as well as my Brother-in-law’s expensive Lycra biking shorts in the dryer. (I do laundry around here, but he got impatient and OBVIOUSLY waiting until morning to run the dryer would have been too much for him.) I don’t particularly have the cash to replace the top. Seeing as how MIL got the weird blood test, I decided to hold off on a lecture on clothes care.

4. Our solicitors handling our property sale are undoubtedly the most pointless people on the face of the earth at this particular moment in time. They have been sitting around picking their noses for a few weeks and neglecting to do anything relating to our sale.

5. The people currently living in the flat we are buying have decided to buy a house rather than rent. So the whole “no chain” thing that we signed on for? Not happening. If we get into that place before the Prawn is born, we’ll be lucky. My head feels like it’s about to explode.

Sorry for the vent. Had a brilliant weekend and just feel like we’ve been chucked back on the shitpile again first thing. Very demoralizing.