AAAIIIEEEE....
What was worse? My children, who have spent the week whining, moaning, screeching, scrapping, ignoring and defying me?
Or social services, who have re-entered our lives in order to sort out the mess they have made of letterbox contact, who have apparently archived our files which means they apparently can no longer access any information on anything, who have asked an admin assistant to work out what she thinks the arrangements should be. (Representative samples of conversation: "So, I think you should also write to X, as she's the granny". Us: "No, she's not granny, she's bf's ex-girlfriend." Or this: "We don't know where bm is, but if we get bf to ask around a bit, he can probably find out". Us: "No! He's been threatening to track her down and kill her".
As the week wore on I've been getting increasingly tense and ratty. My 6yo came out with two snippets of wisdom today, when she could make herself heard above my harridan-like shouting. First, "When i grow up I'm going to be a much better mummy than you. All you do is SHOUT". Then: "Mum, you really do spend a lot of time worrying about little things". She's right, on both counts 