Argh.
what I was trying to say was that I am completely overwhelmed and I hate my life at the moment. My house is a tip, I'm shattered, we have no bloody money and that laptop cover pictured is a reminder that I haven't done the work I need to do this weekend yet, because I'm always playing catch-up.
I'm scared they'll take my one day with DS away and make me go full time if I push back too much, so almost every evening I work more after dinner.
None of my friends get it, they all work 3 days maximum and not in the kind of client service-y, deadline-y work I do, so they seem to be a bit
when I'm a stressed mess, or maybe I'm imagining it.
We've got very little money as though on paper we should be okay it all goes on childcare or the bloody house. No one seems to understand why it's taking so long either (because we are doing it ourselves!! Because we are out of money!) there are tools everywhere, the roof has blown off the shed so operation 'get the fucking tools out of my house dh' has been put back another two weeks.
Also, my sweet natured, adorable baby has suddenly turned into a toddler, who when tired will have 25+ mini tantrums a day about, oh, not being allowed to eat the remote control/cat food/touch the box of screws.
Please tell me I am not the only one feeling wrung out by general life.