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Friday, May 18, 2012

FFS!? Friday : The multi-whine edition

Linking up as usual to get my weekly whine on with my homey DearBabyG.

This week, I have been provided with the shits by various and multiple things, none of which are serious or important enough to warrant their own post.

But far be it from me to miss my chance to whine, so here goes...

HB hasn't Tweeted me or commented on my posts or my FB Page for ages.  I'm feeling shunned, FFS.

Update: That first FFS-worthy whine was drafted on Tuesday.  Tuesday night HB Tweeted me up a storm, with assistance from WOA, DearBabyG.  As a result, I was left both traumatised and unable to sleep for fear of dreams about unsightly and unspeakable damaged male body parts. FFS.

I mean I know he's had man flu, kiddy parties to attend, and whatever else. But still.

#1Hubby dared to joke about having another baby in the hope that we could provide Mstr3 with a brother. Yes, he was joking. Hells no it won't happen.  But still, MOFO. FFS.

Some things you just don't joke about, am I right?

I received the most awesome birthday party invitation ever.  Seriously.  Witty, professional, awesome.  My friend apologised for sending it so early, and understood if I couldn't RSVP yet.  Yep, no drama there - my calendar is tot's free and empty up to and including and beyond the July party date, FFS.

The kids have started swearing in earnest.  Loudly.  In public.  It's making me look bad.  FFS.

I have had to try and curb my swearing.  It's not going well.  FFS.

I've been that crap mother at school AGAIN this past fortnight.  Showed up with the wrong things on the wrong days, forgot stuff on other days.  Am sure the child-free young teacher thinks I'm a total brainless wonder.  Sadly, she may be right. FFS.

Did I just go on holiday?  I swear it never happened. FFS.

Mstr3 has a barking cough.  It occurs every night between the hours of 3am and 6am.  He sleeps through it, as does his sister in the same room.  As does ever other freaking person except me.  Come 6am when it magically stops, I am unable to get back to sleep.  So I am essentially awake from 3am. FFS.

Why is it that #1Hubby can sleep through all of it when he is right next to me?   Does my extremely loud sighing, tossing of blankets, flouncing in and out of bed (read: launching myself back into the bed from the doorway in an effort to gently rock the bed so that he peacefully wakes) not disturb him? FFS.

Bastard is probably awake through the whole thing, just pretending to be asleep.  Kudos on the faux snoring, #1Hubby. FFS.

If I was to travel, my under eye baggage would require its own boarding pass and seat. FFS.
True that.  Especially when said sleep deprived mother's other half makes really dumb jokes about having further sleep inhibiting offspring.

I have no legitimate whine this week, and as I type this post I am feeling super petty and lame. FFS.


  1. HB says.... A poke in the eye is worth two in the bush...

  2. Oh I wanted to send you an invite to Maggie's party last weekend but being Mother's Day I just knew you would be too busy being pampered from head to toe by your gorgeous family. I would have loved to return the green jelly favour and would have let your kids run riot at the lolly buffet too. I'm out of my black hole of party planning now and life can return to normal and all I can say is ...
    BINGO BABY! let's do it x I will make macarons and you can smuggle the vodka in.
    P.S those carrots look very much like old purple dongas

  3. Hey lovely,
    Warm up his room, my kids cough when the air gets cold ;)

  4. Those are all legitimate whines!

    I'm sure your hubby is awake too. Be grateful that he pretends to be asleep though. My hubby nudged me last night when bub was crying. I really wanted to strangle him but just couldn't be bothered.

  5. Am positive he's awake. He can just ignore it much longer than me. Tonight I'm donning ear plugs so that I win.

  6.  Started putting their A/C on warm - only 24 and low fan - seems to work better than the humidifier! Thanks xxx

  7.  I was indeed too busy - too busy being out of the house and away from my beloved children. Best Mothers Day ever, I totally forgot that I was a mother.

    Where's Bingo and when? Let's do it.  I stocked up on Vodka in Bali, so I'm ready.

    And blame your husband for the purple donga's - that is exactly what they were meant to look like...

  8.  You have a way with words. That is all.


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