I'm going through a really shit time at the moment. I've posted about in in previous threads but basically my dad is in a hospice in his last few weeks.
I've been helping my ds with his school work this morning while simultaneously trying to do my own work. I've had time off when we first got dads diagnosis but I thought I'd attempt to get back into it today. So many emails to reply to. Ds wants my help with school work and I've just had a massive meltdown, in furious snotty, hacking sobs because his stupid bastarding school portal wouldn't accept the right answer to a grammar question that we both tried submitting numerous times.
Poor ds looked very alarmed and went and got me a tissue and said don't worry it's ok mummy.
Fuck this shit. Just fuck everything. I feel awful for frightening him and losing my rag. I feel like I'm under so much pressure and heartache with my dad that I could break. I'm sorry I just need to vent.