Purely venting. I absolutely hate weekends . My DC has sen and behavioural issues and I usually spend the weekend on buses shuffling him between activities to keep him busy / wear him out . This weekend he was sick so we’ve been stuck inside the house the entire time . Now , I usually feel absolutely knackered at the weekend managing him and his schedule but at least if we do enough he sleeps a bit .
he’s been on full volume , constant tics , full throttle all weekend with almost no sleep. I’ve patiently and kindly done all I can save for hiding in the bathroom a few times for a quick cry. Our house is too small and his father being around makes it so much worse , it’s a tiny tiny house and I suffer from hypersensitivity with sound so having both of them going with screens , voices , coughs , demands has just about broken me.
tonorrow at 7:45 am big noise and little noise will be off to work and school respectively and I shall sit in a completely silent house for a couple of hours before I have to start work at 10am. And I’m not sorry , that is the absolute highlight of my week these days.
I never thought I’d dread weekends and long for Mondays but here we are!
go on tell me how odd and ungrateful I am to have a family ….