I’m going to be 50 in a few weeks, as is DP. People keep asking me what I’m going to do to celebrate but the thought of trying to organise something just makes me want to cry and rock in a corner.
We have a 7-year-old DC with severe LDs, autism, ADHD and behavioural problems. They can’t tolerate crowds or other children and restaurants are a nightmare. We don’t have anyone who could look after them for a few hours. The only thing we could do is have a gathering at our house, which would mean lots of work and DP and I would end up just chasing DC around.
WIBU just to think ‘fuck it’ and pretend it’s not happening?