We were supposed to have moved into our new home. Other people’s incompetence has meant that instead of enjoying a huge garden and the biggest paddling pool I could have bought we are in this awful, hot , hideous flat . It’s one of the countries most awful towns and there’s literally nowhere nice to go that isn’t packed. I can’t book another break as I’m having a big operation Tuesday . So I’m stuck , hot and miserable with the 3year old from hell and his father who has merrily decided to take a few weeks off work to ‘help ‘ me. We are close to murdering each other. I feel guilty as he’s the one with money and has spent a fortune on private healthcare for me and treated us to so many nice things this year . But I’m so hot , angry and stressed from being in this awful flat all the time.it’s my 12th home and so much hotter than any house I’ve ever had , must be the fact that it’s a concrete prison block special from the 70s. I don’t have any friends in this area and only moved here as an emergency/ stop gap so haven’t bothered making any. I’m not social anyway much prefer to be alone and all my hobbies are solo things. My family are all a bit odd and none of them would ever look after my son as they ‘aren’t children people ‘ so I’m dreading the coming weeks without a break from my hyper , non sleeping, aggressive child I just know DP and I will be at each other’s throats. Ds usually does 4 long days at nursery and even then I struggle a bit. Shut for the summer now I’ve booked all the holiday summer camps I can but they didn’t have many days left by the time I realized we were going to be stuck in this area and not at our new place. Can’t stop crying. I’m Ill and hormonal and exhausted by life and I genuinely don’t think I can do this ! second op in September and DS hasn’t got a school place so may well be at home for that term too.. my mother invited us to use her colossal half acre garden nearby but she still lives in my family home from growing up and it’s full of awful memories. I always feel strange if I go there. Besides , she’s weird and my sons scared of her. I could murder the woman who screwed up my house move. I’m scared of dying and this being the last shitty summer my child removers with me, in a bloody concrete box , crying, bickering and us all staring a screens all day