I have just told both my children that tonight - I’m done. They can just go to bed and turn their own lights off (7.5 and 10, I always tuck them in).
I am just done today. It feels like no matter what I arrange (today.... a picnic, paddling in stream, some computer time, ice cream, pizza in front of a film.... it’s just bickering and bickering.
And if I ask them to do anything - take a plate in to the lounge, have a shower - huffing and puffing. My so even shouting “I WAS GOING TO!!” when I asked him to pick up a bit of pizza he’d dropped on the rug. I got cross at that point and pushed him through the door in to the kitchen, which I feel dreadful about but I’d just had enough. Enough.
They are beautifully polite; they are kind; do very well at school etc but it seems with me, their mother... painS in the arse (divorced. See father 3 weekends a month. Loving dad but ultimately - Disney dad)