I've already had an extension on a project from University (doing a post grad) and time to do all this work is at a precious minimum (have 3 children). DH is a workaholic and I rely on my parents a lot to take the little one's. I remind myself that the last academic year has been a killer, but it'll be worth it in the end. Today, I had 3 hours booked in for DH to take the little one's off somewhere, leaving me to try and write this final project (I'm struggling - it's so hard 
). DD5 has kicked off this morning, complaining that she won't wear her clothes, DH has kicked off in return and issued her with "If you don't wear them you don't come". Cue tantrum.
Guess who's upstairs now having a meltdown - tears - sadness - back to meltdown whilst DH has driven off whistling merrily. I'm sat at the desk with mounting pressure, stressed out and feeling my normally low-blood pressure creeping up and up. Can't cope with this. Another late night for me. 
Rant over. sigh