I have nothing good to say tonight. Nothing. Lal has done nothing but whinge and whine and whinge and whine all day long. It's almost as if he resents me turning the laptop off and actually playing with him.
I shall break it down a little. He woke up, he whined. He got dressed, he whinged. He went to school.. he laughed, danced, clapped and sang. He came home from school, he whinged. All day. For every minute of said day.
By 6, he was exhausted.. he's not been well the last couple of days (ah yes.. he doesn't know how to tell the nursery people that he's been ill.. so informed them upon arrival that he had "bad cough".. he didn't.. but he's male and needs the attention. He then fake coughed for effect.) and so went to bath and bed at 6.30.
I was in the middle of my dance of joy, when G started moaning and whining and whinging. She has tummy ache. She had the third CVS jab at school today, so her right arm is paralysed. Yes. Paralysed. She physically *cannot* carry her school bag upstairs or pick her clothes up off the floor. I looked up the side effects online and showed her that laziness isn't listed. Nonetheless, she is doing the dying swan thing on the sofa. She thinks that she "can manage" to eat some fish fingers, banana and whipped cream and toffee popcorn (no, not all at once) if I make them for her. She doesn't think she can manage anything healthy though. The paralysis prevents it.
So. My day. Of whinge, whine and something else beginning with "w" so I can alliterate. I know. Wine. I shall finish it off with wine.
The Fail - You asked me why I hate that “newspaper”. The one whose “reputation is so bad it can’t be libelled”. Let’s have a look at its headlines and articles today....
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