It's My Party...

And I'll cry if I want to. It's been one of those days. Week 17, the hormones seem to really have kicked in and I have spent much of the day in tears over what (in moments of clarity) really are very minor incidents. Things which have had me in tears today:

The tumble drier not working (annoying, granted, but not really worth a 15 minute sobbing fit).

Minion number two throwing her juice all over the floor. (when I stripped off her wet things she then peed on the carpet, after I cleaned this up she wandered off and peed somewhere else whilst I was putting the cloth away. Therefore I feel, to an extent, this was worthy of a few tears)

The general state of The Midden (not terribly unusual for me to cry about this).

Minion number One stealing all the marshmallow top hats that were bought at the Gala Day before Minion number Two got any (may have gone slightly too far with the row as I soon also had her in tears).

The Save The Children Advert which had me upset enough to actually sign up to give them two pounds a month.

Standing on Minion number ones lego brick (not sure a reaction to physical pain counts but it bloody hurt).

In my more rational moments I can see how this might make me slightly challenging to live with and I do feel a bit sorry for the Minions (even if they are being particularly demonic). The husband however is playing in the Club Championship this weekend and is due to spend around 15 hours at the golf club. So if he spends the rest of his weekend treading on eggshells and wringing tears out of his t-shirt then it is the price he has to pay and he is just going to have to suck it up.

This is Minion number two trying to work out why the red faced snot monster is trying to get her to smile for the camera.

Quote of the day: "I'll take her down to the gala with me and the boys" Saint Linsey offering to take Minion One off my hands. Was very tempting to send her off with her suitcase packed.