a mixed bag of complaining

Where to start? I'm having a horrible, hormonal few days. When I have marital discord it affects everything - how I treat my daughter, how I cope with little things, and combined with 8 month pregnancy hormones, I just can't cope.

I collected my daughter from school today and she got furious because she wanted more of the cake her friend had had for her birthday, and HIT ME IN THE STOMACH when she couldn't, resulting in me getting cross and shoving her out the door, like some sort of lower class alco-ma. In front of the manager of the Montessori - will I get reported to social services?

Then we went and I hung up curtains I'd washed and dyed in my MIL's machine as my washing machine HAS BROKEN AGAIN despite being fixed in October. €70 call out fee. Then I went through the main street to bring her to her party - traffic mistake, 20 mins instead of 5 - only to find I was in the wrong place, I'd failed to read the invite properly - and not only that, we got there , the fun was over and the kids were finishing their tea, it had started at 2 not 3, and we got there at 3.30. Everyone had wondered where I was ... why do I not have a sign around my neck asking for assistance from the general public? My daughter was quite philosophical about it and sat down to eat someone elses discarded chips and sausage (oh god! the guilt!), but I came v close to bursting into tears. Still, we made the cake and she had a play buy herself afterwards so she didn't seem too bothered. I hope I don't make a habit of this kind of crap, once I have two.

My MIL's sister and nieces are staying , one for her 40th birthday. I thought we were invited to dinner, but it turned out to be 'salad and bits' after they'd had theirs, except they were still eating when we got there. Salad and potatoes... why in the name of god were were excluded from that? So we sat and watched them eat, and I ate a bowl of crisps afterwards, having had no dinner, (and all the nibbles were sausage based) - neither of the girls wanted the nibbles as the birthday girl is weight watching and they were all stuffed with dinner - my MIL who eats herself sick couldn't finish her dinner (ha!) or partake of birthday cake, as she'd had TWO SLICES OF CAKE earlier. In the words of Lois from Malcolm in the Middle, 'WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE??!' I feel vaguely foolish, because the husband brought Champagne and I bought a present, expecting an actual birthday party. Odd.

I seem to have developed SPD, symphysis pubis disorder - when your pelvis begins to separate a little in pregnancy - woohoo. I'm not as bad as many people get - lots end up on crutches and a woman in my Pilates class had previously actually broken her pelvis with it (urghhh) during labour and was warned it could go at any time on her THIRD pregnancy. I heard today she had a 10lb baby and was fine right up til it crowned, when her pelvis separated again - though everyone was amazed she made it that far and it seems to be down to Pilates. She's also out of hospital under our Pilates teacher's care, and up and about!

So far mine just means it hurts when I stand after sitting, and sleeping is really uncomfortable - I really feel it when I get up, I hobble like the old lady in the picture above. STUPID pregnancy related ailments!