Big row just before bus time this morning - Five minutes to zero hour and DS2 is refusing to eat his toast as he said he felt weird ( He's just had a week off with a tummy bug that mysteriously came and went ) and then revealed he'd fallen out with two of his friends and didn't ever want to go back to school ever again.
Meanwhile grumpy shouting rings out from the kitchen where DS1 and DP are falling out loudly over DS1's geology homework ( DP got up early to help DS1 print it off on our mardy and possibly haunted printer - it's come out ultra teeny for some reason - DP wants to re-do it and DS1 hates geology and can't be arsed ... )
I shout at both of them and try and give DS2 a ten second pep-talk while shoving toast in and shoes on then everyone strops off buswards and DP has a go at me for not backing him up verses DS1 and flounces off to work.
I feel like shit and wish I was the cat who is peacefully asleep on the table in a patch of autumn sun.
Tell me to get a grip.