Thank good for my moment of zen today or else I'd have killed a kid.
Ok look at the premises.
I'm quietly working out, doing my bit of Pilates and working up a good sweat when the bell begins ringing and I've only just started my workout and whaddya know it's the neighbours kid who has come back and is still in the middle of his summer holidays.
He immediately wants to come into my house and wonders why I'm dressed like I'm doing yoga.
I'm working out I tell him.
Okay he says and still wants to come in.
Come later I tell him and I see his child minder standing behind looking a bit embarrassed about her wards behaviour.
Okay he says and I get back to my Pilates and I'm another ten minutes in when the bell rings again like someone's leaning on it and well, it's the seed of satan himself now barging in and before I can say a word he's picking my iPad with his child minder in tow who silently mouths a sorry and follows him into the the house.
What the actual fuck.
I need to work out, my exercise mat is on the floor, my body is sweaty, hair in a bun and I've a kid and babysitter adorning my living room.
By this time I'm too pissed to work out obviously I don't want to exercise in front of an audience and I roll up my mat and repair to the bathroom to cool down my anger.
It irks me when my workouts are incomplete and that too on account of somebody else's selfish behaviour.
The child is prattling away by the time I'm done with the shower about some game and I feel the itch in my fingers wishing to do him some bodily harm but I refrain and quietly get on with cooking lunch.
I have since told both the kid and the childminder to only ever foul my doors after lunchtime, for I am a busy person before that in return for an understanding nod which hell knows how law abiding it actually is.
If today's act is replicated tomorrow I shall have to firmly ask the child to stop bothering me because goddamit I can't tolerate anyone coming in between me and my daily torture.
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