So yesterday was horrrrrrrrible. Scarlett fell down the stairs. and I thought she had broken her nose. She was screaming like nothing I had ever heard before. I called my mum to get her to take me to A&E but she was busy doing something that was obv more important then taking her granddaughter to hospital. So I had to ring an ambulance.
They came checked her over and decided because my stairs are steep she had to go in to be checked out. So off she went in an ambulance.
She luckily didn’t break it. She has some pretty bad carpet burns on her nose and she wont let me near to have a look. But this is the worst accident she had. And my mother is going on about how I could of stopped it from happening. when in reality we know kids will get hurt and will freak you the fuck out. I don’t need a lecture from her to make me feel worse. ESPESH when she didn’t even come to see if she was ok.
Your royal wedding guest name - Start with either Lord or Lady. Your first name is one of your grandparents’ names. Your surname is the name of your first pet, double-barrelled with the name of the street you grew up on.
I got woken up by a wingy child. Which seems to be the norm at the moment. She knows I’ve not been feeling well all week and that I needed some sleep. But no. I then went downstairs and fell asleep again on the sofa while cbeebies (A.K.A hell on earth) was playing nina and the neurons. or I assume that as I had dreams about us going hunting for reservoirs.
I then got woken up by my mother yelling at me for stealing her kitchen scales. I didn’t for the record. I have my own that are not broken. Scarlett then saw this as an opportunity to have a full blown paddy. she would not get dressed. Stop kicking my knee screaming, crying… acting bratty. Mum and dad came back from church and they came round. Dad had a go at me as I couldn’t shut moo up. We then went to theirs scarlett stopped her paddy because gan gan was there.
When I got to mum and dads Steph James and the kids where there and I told them I wasn’t feeling well. All I got was , “well then why bring it here to spread it around. I then had the cry I think I had been saving up for about a week and my mum was a little taken back.
We then went swimming. It was fun. Moo LOVES swimming. She didn’t play up was brilliant until she ran and slipped over and then wanted to go home. We then got ice cream and sat on the beach which was FUCKING FREEZING. Went back to mum and dads and had a bbq.
More moaning happened in my direction. Because apparently when you get asked whats wrong? “every one is in a right mood and I don’t get what every ones problem is.” isn’t an acceptable answer. And dad then says well go home then!
SO my opinion of Easter is this. Summed up perfectly by Charlotte : Jesus is a spiteful cunt who decided that one family-orientated holiday just wasn’t enough! not content with Christmas he decided to die a few months later to piss us all off!
(Yes i know he didnt die a few months later and that christmas is on a made up date yadda yadda but you get the point.)