Been feeling kinda frustrated and angry recently. But I can't really pinpoint at who or what. I know CNY is posing some frustrations for me and the lil one isn't helping with his refusal to take his afternoon nap. I'm very particular about him chalking up his 14hrs of sleep everyday so that his brain can develop properly. It was smooth-sailing for the past weeks and this week he just refused to nap. Couple that with the fact that I have to clean the house on my own for CNY and it left me feeling defeated and resentful. Hubby can't help much cos he's been busy at work and him coming back later than usual just added on to the already negative ions in me. I didn't wanna push all the cleaning to Saturday which is the last day of the lunar year cos I know we will not finish and then have to rush before we go off for reunion dinner at the in-laws' which I ain't looking forward to. Moreover, with the baby ard, it's not gonna be easy to just clean cos he'll be screaming for attention. On top of the normal concerns and worries about life in general, all these just makes me feel more than a little bitter.
Then I was looking forward to the few days of PH (although not necessarily the visitations) when Hubby doesn't have to work and can spend some time at home, only to be told he has to go back almost everyday to wish his men happy new year just cos he's of a certain rank and position already. Excuse me! SASF doesn't pay him enough for such nonsense shit. That really added oil to fire. Dunno which dumb fuck came out with such wayang. I'll rather there not be any PH in this case. Now it's like there is and there isn't. Left a very sour taste in me.
Then I have an idiotic neighbour who likes to blast her radio so that I listen to the same Fei Yu Qin songs every afternoon. Fucking deaf people. Why must the volume of the radio be so high? The house is not exactly very big. So there really is no fucking need to be so loud.
Every damn thing is annoying me. And I know this sets the mood for CNY. I'll be grouchy and irritated at visitations and if anyone carries the baby from me against my wishes during any of the visitations, I might just screw them and tell them off. If they wanna play with a baby that fucking much, then they can go get themselves fucked and have one themselves. And I dun care how old they are or who they are. Step on my already frazzled tail and you'll get it from me.
Well, pardon the language. You know how really annoyed I am by the amount of vulgarities I use. I usually try to refrain from using them but really dun give a fucking damn at this moment.
If you're offended by the language, then dun bother reading. Why the fuck are you reading my blog anyway?
