I told DC the other day that I’d sleep in their den with them on Saturday night. It’s now Saturday night and they’ve made said den that I’d totally forgotten about.
I could cry. I’m exhausted. I’m rung out from home schooling and I just wanted to tuck them in and watch TV and eat chocolate. Instead I have to go and sleep on the floor in a blanket fort.
I’ve suggested rescheduling and was met with sad faces with big pleading eyes.
I’m struggling, I’m tired. I feel guilty all the time. Now I’ll be tired too.
Just wanted a moan.