It's Christmas morning - Merry Christmas everyone! - and we've finished opening presents, so mum and I are starting to get food going, while Husband skypes PooRose with the kids. He does this about 5-6 times a year, so the kids can talk to her. If we didn't have kids, it would probably be twice. He doesn't like her. (Sidenote - I refered to her as a bitch this morning, and he corrected me to 'raging cunt-beast'. No mama's boy here.)
Guess who CBFed when she heard my mums voice? Guess who is complaining about noise and movement distracting her? Guess who has been told that its because we are cooking? Guess who STILL KEEPS COMPLAINING.
If ever there was a time I was tempted to mix alcohol with my meds. UGH.
EDIT: SHE'S SO DAMN PETTY. Apparently as soon as she realised it was my mum moving around, she covered her eyes every time mum moved into view, and covered her eyes whenever mum spoke. FUCKING TODDLER.
Submitted December 24, 2016 at 05:27PM by AntiAuthorityFerret http://ift.tt/2ierGzz
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