Today, well its a while since I had one,
its a suffer the martyr, poor me day.

It started probably last night with valentines day
talk everywhere, on the tv, radio, giddy gut kids,
everywhere.
He always made grand gestures on valentines
day, because on our first year together,
he forgot it,
I arrived with three red roses, and a big smiley face,
and he had forgotten, I was so not impressed!

Every year after that he remembered and the gifts
where lovely and thoughtful, and we always laughed,
about the first year.
Last year as combined christmas and valentines,
I brought him to a hotel in Galway for the
weekend, and on valentines morning back home, when I got up
for work, I left his favourite black magic chocs in the shape
of a love heart, and his card on the table.
He had bought me a lovely chain
a big card and some make up,
I went upstairs woke him, kissed him and thanked him,
like I said he always got me lovely gifts.

So maybe as it approaches, I getting wound up, I suppose its
perfectly natural.
Anyway I woke up with a headache, and a stiff neck,
I must have slept wrong.
I tried sweet talking my youngest to bring me up a cuppa tea,
in bed, but she wasnt having it, She would be the best at doing stuff,
for me, but not today.

So I am down but not out, I get up have a moan, at my eldest daughter
about the state of her room, she rolls the eyes, and yeah yeah me
not a good idea, so I do my nutty mother bit, nag nag nag.
further down I'm going, so I went down stairs, in the hall
Im met by a puddle of water. The upstairs shower, had sprung
a leak, water down the frigging wall.

So yeah you guessed it I am now down to the bottom
I strung together a text to him, about the shower and what can
I do, and then I knew, I couldnt send it, what was the point,
he wouldnt and couldnt do anything anyway, so I called my
brother in law, also my best brother in law, actually the only
one I would be ever bothered with anyway. (sorry bitch there.)

He is working until next week, he tells me to turn it off.
Noone is to use it, (well I knew that anyway), and he will
sort it next thursday, I tell him thanks he is great and
hang up. Now I am crying, He is on his way to pick up the kids
and I try and suck it up but they know that I'm miserable,
I feel bad, but just say, sometimes life sucks, I'm grand
fecking shower, and then they go off.

Don't worry by the time they come home, I will have cleaned
the house and worked all the drama out of me,but right now,
Im down and out.





M