I think I was and now feel dreadful. DH is out, I have just finished a mound of ironing and came up to put it away, DS1 is in his room reading. I go in to put his washing away and everything he has been playing with had just been shoved to one side of his room, I couldnt even get to his wardrobe. He knows on a Monday that I hoover and wash floors so Sunday nights everything had to be put away.
I just lost it, and was shouting as I was chucking everything in the big baskets where all his toys are kept. Two of his favourites got broken, he is distraught, absolutely heartbroken. I feel dreadful, really shouldn't have got so angry over a few toys. Although its an ongoing battle, he's got he biggest room and loads of storage but he does have the airing cupboard in his room and I'm constantly standing on bloody lego and suchlike when putting away towels and linen.
I've called dh and told him to try and find replacements before he comes home, he thinks it will teach ds a lesson but I just feel like an utter cunt. Ds is 8 and a lovely sweet kind boy, he just doesn't listen. Gosh, sorry for the essay, if you have read this far do you think IWBU?