The story. Friday night is the church youthclub. It's in our old village, a 20-25 minute drive cross country each way. I've been at work, sorted the horses and just got in. They need to be there at 7.30, pick up at 9. Then at 10.30, I've got to go and pick up DP from a night out in town, 25 minutes in the other direction. In between, I've got to feed me and dd, have a bath, wash my hair and give the bathroom a once over because DB is coming tomorrow to finish the tiling. By the time I get back I could well be nearly midnight, and I have to get up at six.
Ds16 is throwing a real tantrum.
I always cave, and give in to him, and I've had enough. I'm fed up of tantrums and guilt trips. If he'd have said, oh, ok, I understand, that's ok, I'd probably of given in, but I'm fed up of being told I MUST!