What did your last slave die of?!

So despite feeling positive about this week, by 9am this morning I've had enough. The house is in more of a bombsite than ever before. There are meat bones on the floor for the dog. On the floor. Not in the dog bowl, in the MIDDLE of the FLOOR. The kitchen is a tip, the rest of the house is a dump. *run home screaming* William had a go at me this morning because I didn't lay up the big table his standards for breakfast. He wants a big breakfast, with everything spread out on the table and plates and cups all set out.. For no one to actually eat together - pretty much ALL the time Juliette and Margot grab something on the way out to school - and a hell of a lot of toast wasted. SORRY that I wasn't fully enthusiastic about wasting my time and a lot of tea and toast to bother laying up for a banquet. 

To add to the hassle, he sent me on a trip to 'just up the road it's easy you go up up up up then down down down down and it's just around there'. Um, ok. To deliver 'a really heavy machine, it's in the car' which does Idon'tknowwhat and is for Idon'tknowwho. So I spent an hour driving round after the school run with the boot half open, driving up and down huge boulevards with other traffic searching for a place I didn't even know the name of... I gave up. Came home, ranted and bitched about how stupid and moronic the whole thing was, and then finally succumbed to Radio 1 online - after all these months - and cleared and completely de-cluttered my room. *...and breathe out*

 

The AUDACITY. He stuck POST-IT NOTES on all the kitchen appliances with 'to clean, thanks' on and left it for the cleaner. I actually feel sorry for her, it's bad enough having to pick up meat bones and scrub all the pans leftover from the weekend... but this is one step too far I rather think!

Dreading this evening. William said after the whole breakfast scenario 'be sure to make a good dinner this evening' as if it was to make up for the FAILURE and disappointment of this morning... jeeze, it's not as if I usually serve up dog food for dinner! But if he's expecting a 3-course meal then there's a good restaurant down the road. I'll be sure to give him better directions than his ones this morning. Argh! He's going to go mental when he discovers the machine is still in the car. OhhelpmeGod.