The final exams for my degree are in three weeks. My flat (which we're in the process of trying to sell) is a shit tip. My eldest (currently undergoing an ASD assessment) is either pinging off the walls with excitement or having screaming meltdowns because of Christmas and all the changes to routine. I specifically said I wasn't hosting Christmas this year and somehow have ended up hosting Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and Boxing Day, mostly for DH's family. My mother, despite being only in her 60s and in relatively good health has required my help with half her Christmas shopping, and is continually moaning to me about the fact she's not spending Christmas with us, despite the fact SHE DECIDED NOT TO.
And now I have shingles. Fucking shingles! And the worst thing is DS2 has never had chicken pox so is undoubtedly going to catch it from my shingles. Probably just in time for these exams. WIBU to emigrate?