Book club at mine tonight at 8 pm. I'm new to this. First woman arrives, small circle but I'd never met her before. My DD1 a bit of a cheek ("What does Bart Simpson say? Eat! My! Shorts!" giggle, giggle). DS (aged 8) arrives from his evening activity complaining of a sore wrist (and because mummy's a doctor he has to have his wrist seen to). Anyhow, 15 minutes into it, barely at the "hello" stage and only 3 of us present, one woman gets up and leaves saying she'd had enough of her own 2 during the day and she can't stand it any longer. What a fucking prima donna. Had she come last night, mine would have been in bed by then. Tonight they weren't (because DS had his club night tonight and DD1 waited for him). So what? DD2 (5 months) was an angel, asleep. DS was genuinely concermed about his wrist. DD1 was cheeky but she's only 3 (this Saturday) and it wasn't directed towards the bleeding prima donna, just high spirits. AIBU to think the PD should be able to control her "emotions" better than a 3 year old?