I was going to come on here today and start a thread about this.! Looks like someone got to it before me..
I feel horrible.. I have an 11 year old step son.. he is a good kid, polite, does his homework, everyone always says how wonderful he is, and right now when he gets home from school.. I feel like hitting him across the head to shake some sense into him (Not that I ever would). last night before dinner I went to empty the dishwasher. (It is his responsibility to do the dishes the night before) and there were still tons left over in the sink so I had thought that there were loads of dishes to put away.. well.. he started the dishwasher with 6 plates in it.. THATS IT!.. and left the rest in the sink and told me that he didnt feel like doing the dishes the night before, but didnt think that I would notice.. that was the start.. and then while sitting there eating dinner.. it was hot so he was blowing on it to cool it down.. But soooooo loud.... made me instantly irritated!. Then I guess he put something in his mouth.. that he didnt quite like.. and spat it out on his plate.. I would have been ok if he took it out.. and put it aside.. but he just spit it out I ran off crying.. locked myself in the bathroom.. then got into it with my OH.. because he thinks I need to calm down and Im the bitch here. and he totally doesnt understand the raging hormone thing at all.. *Sigh*

Sorry for the long rant.. I just had to get it out! I am also supposed to be on bedrest at the moment.. so a little support and understanding at this point from them would be great!. I can get out of bed to do little things.. but not supposed to do any housework.. ect.

trust me ladies the further along you get.. the more irritated you are

I'm full of the rage, today I was travelling back from Sheffield up to Dundee (a 5 hour journey that I did yesterday too) and I had loads of things with me so piled them up on the seat next to me. At one stop a man asked if anyone was sitting in the seat next to me and I said no, moved my things then realised there were a million other empty seats! The idiot could see that I had lots of things had I had to pile them up on myself. I felt too hot, nauseous and I was possibly seconds from kicking him. I managed half an hour sitting like that, getting more and more pissed off, before I decided to stand for the rest of the journey. I've been perectly happy since

It's not my fault tough... it's everybody else for being idiots