Friday, September 30, 2005

They fuck you up

In the past 24 hours I have suffered broken sleep, washed dishes, used a dirty look to silence an argument, hissed dangerously to urge someone to do my will, threatened to spank someone, harnessed the lethal power of passive aggression to convey my martyrdom and suffering and woken two people up for work. I have become a mother.

I have also had six vodka and tonics and walked into a door. So I am more like MY mother.

5 comments:

Aoife said...

1.You didn't wash the dishes. They're still all there festering happily in the filth of david/burt's "spaghetti bolognaise". 2. I would have gotten up eventually. And 3., if you'd stayed out then you wouldn't have been asleep to be woken in the first place. (I presume you meant broken sleep and not unbroken). Also you're moving out so it's too late to express your contempt for us now that we can't conform to your lifestyle ideals. Not that we would have. All said, I love you and will miss you like I would miss my arm if it moved home (silently obviously - auditors do not show emotion beyond puzzlement) every day.

Huw said...

Walked into a door? Isn't that a euphemism one of those battered wives people use?

If you need someone to talk to...

Maz said...

Ah, the joys of parenting. We do so much, yet receive so little tangible rewards. Seek comfort that in the role of parenting, you lace yet another human being in the world who just might make a difference. An Irish difference is however the best of all, if other, we might just have to settle for "bit" of a difference. Do the dishes really matter? Does society's expectations really need to govern your life. Just live and love, and all will be ok. Some wise words from an Irish Ozzie Lassie

Chris Cope said...

If you need someone to spank...

Lucy said...

Don't make me come over there, Cope.