Just that really.
We arrived yesterday, were an hour away from home, here until Friday.
4yo DD screamed all night and the proceeded to make everyone up at 5am 
DS1 and 2 (14 and 12) are sniping at each other and being generally teenage, stroppy arseholes (no I'm not sorry)
DS3 is only 6 and has seemed quite down for a week now and has expressed that he's tried but I can't help but think there's more to it.
I'm sitting in our lovely log cabin sobbing thinking I'll just pack up and go because nothing about this is fun.
I don't particularly want to take them out for the day because if they can't cope being in the holiday site, fuck knows how they'll be in public. I'm sick of being the screaming banshee mum in front of other families who can seem to co-exist and enjoy each other's company.
We have had such a shitty couple of years, this is meant to be a nice relaxing break but it's as bad as it is at home. I worked my arse off to get us here, me/DS1 and DS2 have had viral meningitis and DS1 is disabled so he was discharged from hospital with hours to spare to get us here. I'm gutted and quite frankly don't know how to go on anymore.