I just need to have a little cry.
Left the house with the kids to get some bread and take back some leggings that were too big to M&S.
A catalogue of small things happened that reduced me to tears in the middle of the street.
1)my youngest said he hated me and wouldn't get out of the car. Once in the shop queue he would not stop kicking his brother.
2) once in the shop the woman refused to give me a credit note for my top big leggings as I didnt have a freaking barcoade. She was so condescending she made me feel like shit.
3) A little old lady fell and banged her head as I happened to walk past (I didn't touch her it was just a coincidence).
4) On getting home and opening the boot the freaking dog ran away across a busy road and I had to leave the kids in the house and go and run after her. People were staring.
Are there times you wish you never left the house? Felt like a Mr Bean episode.