a mum's ranting

How would you feel if you had woken up at 6am this morning, went to the freezer, took out the puff pastry from it to have it defrosted and went back to bed to catch a few more winks and then promptly waking up again at 7am, proceeded to

• gently retrieve the tomato paste in the fridge,
• patiently spread a layer of it on the thawed pastry,
• carefully grated that chunk of tasty cheese onto it,
• meticulously scattered some dried pastry flakes on it,
• punctiliously opened a tin of tuna (must be sirena and only sirena's) and strew it on the pile,
  
• tenderly squeezed some extra virgin olive oil mayonnaise,
  
• then painstakingly rolling it into a roll to be topped with sesame seeds,
  
• lovingly placing it in the pre-heated oven to be baked, and
  
• delicately wrapped it with foil for your son's lunch
  

ONLY to have your son come home to tell you that he dropped his lunch a 2nd time in a row (and that was only yesterday) ??? and that he was left without lunch to fill his sometimes growling BUT most times not hungry little stomach???

Oh yes, I am greatly pissed. In fact, I am pissed like a pisang. *boohoohoo.*