Oh my god. Just had shouts of disaster from my son. He's spilt a huge glass of juice all over the sofa. He then had a meltdown. I've just had to mop floors, strip cushion covers off, have an even higher pile of laundry which is already huge, and after all that physical effort of scrubbing, I am now shaking. I have completely had enough.
Ex husband and shit Dad is still sunning himself on an island with his latest girlfriend while THIS is my fucking life he pushed on me. That is a terrible thing to say but I have totally had enough.
I can't physically zip the covers back on properly and haven't even got anyone to ask for help.
DS can't even get his own breakfast without utter chaos. I've had it. And I still have to somehow get the sofa base cushion dry ..hair dryer? I should probably scrub it again with something to clean it better. ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ