FFS Friday - Whinge Whine Whinge

Sunday my funny commenter struck again. I assume it's the same one who commented on Instagram. Heh.
She loved last weeks FFS Friday installment. Unfortunately her comment had a very rude word in it so it wasn't published. 
According to Sallyanne (I'm assuming this isn't her real name), the reason my children don't sleep is because it's karma for me being such a (insert female genitalia swear word here) to their grandmother and I should stop being such a whiny bitch. Hehehe.
Actually, Chai sleeps really well and Eljay usual does too. 
The truth is that I'm not nasty to my MIL. I am very nice to her. I whinge about her when she's not around, but I am never rude to her. She my MIL and she's going to be in my life for a long time, so being awful to her would not be a good idea, it'd just make my life more difficult. That's why I whinge about her on the blog. I'm not going to complain about her to Tiger because that's not fair, so my blog is the only place I can whine about her. And so I do.
You can find out a lot about someone if you have their IP address. 
I don't understand haters. If you don't like something, move along. Why invest time and energy spouting hate at something or someone?  
Having said that, I have to thank you Sallyanne. Last week was going to be my last FFS Friday post because I'm getting sick of them, however knowing how much you love my whinging has given me the motivation to continue, so FFS Friday is here to stay. 
Last Friday night after both the boys were asleep I put on my Milky Foot treatment. For those of you who don't know what Milky Foot is, it's these little booties that you put on for an hour and a few days later the skin on your feet starts to peel, getting rid of all the tough, gross skin. You're supposed to put it on then sit around for an hour and you need to keep your feet on the ground. 
Of course, that was the night that the kids played up. FFS.
First Chai woke up and wanted me to lay with him till he went back to sleep. FFS.
Then Eljay woke up. FFS.
Every step I took the booties were squelching and crunching so there was no way I could walk quietly. FFS.
I crunchy squelched my way into the bedroom and managed to get Eljay back to sleep. Not FFS.
Then I had to get out of the room quietly without waking him up. FFS.
I contemplated crawling but decided against it. FFS.
I tried sliding my feet along the ground as if I was skating but that was noisier then crunchy squelching so in the end I slowly crunchy squelched my way out of the room. By some miracle Eljay didn't wake up. Not FFS.
Every other night they go to sleep and stay asleep, I should have known they wouldn't do that when I had Milky Foot on! FFS.
My feet are now in the gross peeling stage. I didn't plan this well. FFS.
Everywhere I go I leave a trail of dead skin. Nice. FFS.
Yesterday morning I took Eljay to a singing/dancing class and left dead skin all over the floor. FFS.
I'd thought that it'd be okay as the weather had been cooling down so I was planning on wearing closed in shoes, so naturally this week has been way too hot to wear anything other than sandals. FFS.
I've said it before and I'll say it again, how anyone ever saw fit to put me in charge of two little humans I will never know. 
It has recently occurred to me that when Tiger is away I do not wash Chai's hair. FFS.
Tiger has been doing FIFO for two years now. FFS.
I do wet his hair, but don't wash it with shampoo. FFS.
Poor child. It'll be a miracle if my babies make it to adulthood with me in charge. FFS.
That concludes my weekly whinge. If you'd like to whinge, go ahead.