Spent 12.5 hours in the hospital today. Am beat.

During kids' physio I came across 2 loud kids, 1 of which was so annoying as he was fat, a crybaby, a lazy pig and damn spoilt. I think I got high bp when he started throwing a tantrum, insisting his mother put on his shoes for him. He even tried to hit me but I caught his arms and he tried to bite me! I was so shocked I quickly ran away and left him to his own devices. What a difficult 5-year-old. Anyway his training was over and I couldn't do anything to persuade him to wear his shoes and leave. If he were my kid or sibling he would probably have gotten more than a tight slap. Lol. But his mother didn't even yell, she just kept asking him to put them on himself and eventually walked further and further away. He made quite a scene at the door of the physio clinic, wailing, screaming, crying, throwing his water bottle and banging the door and on the windows. The last I saw was of him sitting on the steps outside the door, still refusing to put on his shoes and having faith that his mother would give in and come back for him. Which she probably did, but I wonder about the shoes. I miss my regular cute Thursday little boy. Now I realize what an angel he's been. Lol.

Alrighty it's time for a good rest till my 7-day work week next week. Haven't been sleeping well.