Heavy smoker for decades, cut down when pg, but have never managed to quit for more than a few days.
I've now got to give up for medical reasons (as if there weren't enough of those already), GP sorted out nicotine replacement stuff with me and sent me to the local support group that meets once a week. Went to first meeting ten days ago and set a quit date for yesterday.
Called DH and kids to the kitchen table last weekend to explain that I needed their support. Could we all stay calm and let mum have a few easy days of it? Fine, said they.
Yesterday, quit day: DH brought me breakfast in bed, allowed me a nice long lie-in, ran me a bath and then did the weekend shop. Kids were asking how I was feeling and whether there was anything they could do for me. Everyone stays calm, we have a lovely day and I'm beginning to believe that I might be able to do this.
Today: DH cleared off at 8.30 to visit his mother - hadn't told me he was going. I had to take DS2 to football (normally DH takes him) and stand in the freezing cold for 90 minutes. Got home to discover DS1 had been playing football indoors and had smashed one of a set of 4 quite expensive lights in the lounge. I burst into tears. Recovered my cool by midday and went to the fridge to check what DH had bought for lunch today. Pasta. I don't eat pasta. Tear down to the supermarket for something we all eat. Dash home and start to cook it. DH rings at 1pm to say he's had lunch with his mother, so don't worry about cooking for him.
Meanwhile, kids are killing each other and withdrawal symptoms are killing me so I decide to take them bowling. They continue fighting in the car, all the time we are there and all the way back. Get home at 5pm to find DH with his feet up, reading the Sunday papers. The washing up from lunch is still in the sink.
DH has just told me that he is away on business for the next 3 days. DS1 is kicking off because he lost his pencil case before half term, swears that he told me (he didn't) and is blaming me for not replacing it. Finally I burst into tears, and DH says that if this is what giving up smoking does to me I need to see my GP again.
AIBU to get a kitchen knife and brandish it round the house and not stop until they agree to actually support me through this?