What a fucking day. Started getting bit to shit on my feet and ankles at my desk, found a fucking FLEA. I don't have any pets, I haven't even had a CHILD in the house for a week, so god knows where that came from. Had to strip the house, hoover under everything, get dressed up like a fucking terrorist* and dispense an entire can of something akin to cyclon b about the place.
Decided to treat myself to a nice lunch, came home to an email from Ron Jr's school accusing him of basically being a torturous psychopath towards other children. Now I know parents are inclined to say 'not my little darling' but either he's got a serious split personality, or some shits going down that isn't right. So I've spent the past 2 hours crafting a very carefully worded, none aggressive but very strong email stating in no uncertain terms I want a meeting monday before he starts because it sounds like the kids have basically all been beating shit out of each other and no ones noticed, and in a school of 30 kids max to 6 adults each day, that sounds fucking ridiculous.
I need a fucking DRINK.