So this morning I woke up with an ear infection. And not just any ear infection. A dermatitis, whole swollen ear infection. Yep, just farking lovely.
Then I burnt Sophie’s little arm in the kitchen. A stupid accident where I was holding her and John was holding a frying pan, and I bumped her tiny little beautiful soft baby skin arm on the side of the pan. Cue crying, from Sophie, and possibly more crying from me.
Throw in a long wait at the doctors for my ear and Sophie’s arm. A long wait at the chemist to then be told they didn’t have the stuff I needed for my ear, then some stupid bitch decided to ask me if that was a burn on my baby’s arm in a ‘tsk tsk’ voice, a slight Sophie poo explosion while waiting in the chemist, an awkward nappy change in the back of the car, and an unsettled baby when we got home.
And just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, I raced out to do some groceries. With every single god damn bogan in town.
And THAT was my Monday. Farking Monday.