16 November 2012
Prolog
This story being written is a dark comedy, a diary leading up to my stay with my sisters, some things might have happened, some things might be completely made up...
Day 1 Friday 16th November
Today has been a challenge, because my oldest son relentlessly has temper tantrums and also because I am still trying to wrap my head around the fact I stood up for myself. My mother in law in my mind constantly takes over, recently I've been too tired to give a rats ass but today that all changed.
My oldest son is only 3 years old and he fits clothes made for a 8 year old, he is big in height for his age which is frustrating for me. People don't see him for how old he really is and insist on treating like he is older.
I see him as the baby he once was, even though now he throws he self on the floor screaming blue murder, shouting "I DON'T WANT THIS" and there it is I didn't want you to have a tantrum so the irony us on you my little poppet.
It's not I don't love my children but I don't like the crap I seemly get day in and day out.
Any way back to that witch I mentioned before, the evil cow I call mother in law or mom* for short, (*my mum is called mum, confusion adverted huh?), I do respect her but sometimes she tries to take over the business of calming my kids down or telling them house, not being funny, but its my house these are my kids.
All I said was "he is MY son and I will deal with him" and she went straight away to my other half to bitch about that fact.
I guess today I am dealing with her interference with my life, one day she will learn.
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