IN NEED OF A CARROT

This donkey is sitting on her backside. She ain’t pulling that cart NO MORE. ” Enough! “, she says…….GIVE ME A DAMN CARROT OR I’M NOT MOVING ANOTHER INCH!!

I’m suffering from the I – DONNO -WHAT’S. A general blehness. In need of life juice. In need of a kick up the backside.

“Count your blessings” and all that stuff. Except I DON’T WANNA. WHAT I WANT IS A PITY PARTY . Just for ME. With streamers and balloons and champagne. Oh, yes, and gifts, thank you very much.

WHY ?

1.  It’s Monday. Monday is too close to Sunday. And way too far from Friday.

2. There’s not a decent shop within 120km.

3.  There is no sushi within 120 KM.

4.  I WANT TO GO TO THE LOO ALONE. Yes. That again.   I don’t want to sit there shouting:

“Leave the soap! ”

” CLOSE THAT TAP IMMEDIATELY! ”

“No, don’t turn the washing basket upside down! ”

” Pick up the washing!!!!!!!!”

” Stop rolling down the toilet paper ! ”

” No, you ABSOLUTELY CANNOT FLUSH NOW!”

 

5.  Sundays are exhausting me. Yes, I love my kids. But on Sundays I’d love to “Rent A Granny” .  To send them to. For a few hours without the Sunday craziness.

Sundays used to be lazing around days. Reading, napping, relaxing  days.  Sunday has become “take a bite out of the bathroom door ” day…..( me. Not the kids.)

 

 

I need a carrot in front of this nose. I need something to look forward to. Something to get me off my pity-partying backside.  That’s how this donkey operates.

I’ll be grateful tomorrow, ok?

PROMISE.