No rest for the...wicked?

HAPPY EASTER!

So much for resting this morning.

Kept going last night on the washing and stuff til after midnight so there wouldn't be a lot to do this morning.

Did my Easter Bunny duties - finally went to bed around 1.30am.

Didn't sleep well.

Phone rang at 9am.

Yes it was the whopper factory, wanting Z16 to work - TODAY.
Jeez - I haven't even washed his uniform yet!!
Sure if he'd been rostered on I would have washed it last night, but thought I might be a bit selfish and wash some other stuff first - shame on me!

He worked Wednesday night, school Thursday, worked Friday night, then 8 1/2 hours yesterday, then works Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Sunday.
Not full days but still, he's meant to be on holidays.

I am afraid he will get run down.
I already have one child with CFS I don't think I need another one.

Me? I feel like crap this morning. Partially self inflicted, I ate the ears of a choc bunny, and for some reason feel gross now. I do eat chocolate, but only a few pieces at a time.
Blergh - bunny can stay in the fridge for a while! Must wake up - charge up and get my bum in gear for today - soon.....!

To top it off Big A's parents rang - I need bloody caller i.d. on the home number!!!!
MIL spoke to the boys, then FIL spoke to them.
I could tell it was MIL on the phone with Small Man, because of his snappy short answers.

And do you know what that BITCH said to him:
"What are you doing?"
Small Man: "Not feeling the best, lying on the couch"
FBMIL "Why don't you take the dog for a walk? Go and get some exercise"
ME (to myself) "Why don't YOU go F*#K yourself and mind your own friggen business"

They are sulking - because she had an operation on her hand Wednesday - and we didn't ring. Guess what - you have to be decent parents and a non alcoholic/abusive/selfish mother to get those sort of phone calls - the rest you get for Christmas etc is out of politeness and nothing else. If she thinks she's going to start her nagging/controlling/nasty/bitchy mothering on my kids she can think again.
So then I get him on the phone.....oh she's gone back to bed....boo hoo....she's just cracked the shits and doesn't want to talk to me....good cos I have nothing to say.
Sounds harsh? - I'm still dealing with the 'mistakes' she made as a mother, and none of them small or remotely acceptable - and yet she still has these 'expectations' - piss off.

You can pick your friends....

So - that feels better!
They get under my skin SO much - I can't imagine how the Big A feels at times......

So to feel better I rang my Grandma.
She's awesome.
Filled her in on all the goss, I can and do tell her everything.
It's nice not to have to be guarded in your conversation.
Pop got on the phone, and told me how thrilled he was to see Small Man and I the other week (THAT trip to Hobart). Small Man and Pop had a huge conversation inside while Grandma and I went out the back to 'check the garden' (have a smoke).
Pop said he asked Small Mans opinion on a few things, and the answers he received he wouldn't expect from the average 18 year old - let alone a 13 year old.
They really hit it off those two.
Must take Small Man down again, even if just for the day - now that I've done it once I can do it again!

Hope everyone has a nice day,

G
xx