When am I not Angry?

Never. In short. Never. As the Hulk said. My secret? I’m always angry.

Well sometimes I feel a bit less angry. Sometimes I gain a glimpse of my pre-crazy self. It’s mostly when I’m alone. Sometimes my children make it happen. My husband certainly doesn’t. More on that later.

So what’s it like to be angry all the time? Horrendous. Not fun.

My life is a mixture of anger and irritation.

I’ll give you a list:

• Children
• Dogs
• Mummy mummy mummy
• Stuff in the wrong place
• Stuff not being done
• Stuff not being done properly
• The mess
• The noise
• My family
• No one in my life doing ANYTHING to help me
• No one in my life arranging anything
• Uncut grass
• The fucking mole
• Missed dinners
• Missed bedtimes
• Working late
• My in-laws
• Dog poo
• The robot hoover getting stuck
• Sick
• Poo
• Cleaning up after everyone
• Fires not starting
• Stupid mistakes by other people
• Blame culture
• The world we live in
• War
• Religion
• Trump
• Our government
• Brexit
• No one giving a fuck about the environment
• No one giving a fuck about me
• Being asked if I’m ok
• Being asked questions the second I wake up
• Being asked rhetorical questions
• Being asked stupid questions
• Stupid people
• Ignorant people
• Most of the world
• My entire life
• Being trapped

2020 update… anger subsiding… nice Jaime returning… hulk a distant past… please don’t let it put you off…