What a day...

[lady_karelia]

I woke up at 7am with Little One next to me asking me what color my eyes are. So I suggested he'd look. He did look. And said dark turquoise. Fine. "And why are you up so early anyways?" "Oh... couldn't sleep..." By 7.15 I was on the computer and he was looking at books. *sigh* It was a Moors Valley day today, so we left at 10.40, after we all had baths, really looking forward to the fresh air, despite a very awful weather forecast of barely above freezing. We were suitably dressed. Little One with gloves and all sorts of underwear, even I was wearing thermal longjohns and thermal vest, plus gloves. Not that it did anything. We got there and went into a state of shock. This is half term (holiday week for school kids), but it's winter, for crying out loud. Who would've expected a million zombified kids there??? We certainly didn't, because if we had, we'd have met elsewhere, no doubt about that. *scream* We lasted a good hour in the playground, the four of us. Becca, Wendy (whose son goes to Steiner school but was HS'ed before), Hatty and me. All Hatts and I could do was snigger. All Wendy and Becca did was worship. Me. I'm still upset, some 10 or so hours later. Yes yes *impatient_shrug*, they didn't say anything untruthful about me. Maybe that's why I'm all the more upset. But they portrayed me as being "regal", "lovely", "loving" and "so totally in charge" *shudder*. I'm not lovely. Honestly. I'm not. I'm not a "nice" person. I tell it as it is. If i have something to say I say it. If I don't I'll keep quiet. How "nice" is that? I'm not regal either. Just because I wear long black clothes doesn't make me regal, honestly, it doesn't. I'm not totally in charge either. Just because I can control Little One with A Look doesn't mean I'm totally in charge, it really doesn't. It simply means that we have a very good working schedule and he knows when it's time to quit being silly. But then he's known me for close to eight years, so that's no big deal is it. The only term I can agree to is that I'm loving. Yes, I love my children and my husband.
Okay next. Got a letter from the court this morning. My landlord is throwing me out *am_seriously_miffed_now* Funny enough, I've always been about 2 weeks behind in rent, but since the Landlord's office has found out that I'm married, they've given me heartache. Such as changing the lock on my door and the like *sigh*. I guess I need to go on holiday. Seriously. I shall have to write to the court now, I have no choice since I'm not willing to be thrown out physically. But I will tell them also in no uncertain terms that we've been waiting for the kitchen and bathroom windows to be fixed for the past 15 months. Or the roof over the living room for the past 8 months.
Right now, I just want to board the next plane to anywhere.