Oh my dear god, it's not even 1pm and I've had enough. Feel like getting in the car and driving off.
Eldest is moderately unwell and off school.
Youngest has not stopped screeching and crying and whinging all fucking morning.
She's had Calpol, she's had cuddles, she's been given milk, offered her favourite food, we've been outside, she's got her favourite tv programme on. Whinge whinge fucking whinge. She's just purposely broken something of mine as she's just being utterly hideous and I've completely lost my cool.
Please please someone talk me off the ledge.
DH away with work and I've unplugged the landline and turned phone onto do not disturb as for some reason this makes me feel better. Don't want to talk to him. Or anyone. Except you lot, obviously.
Aggghhhhhhh