Off on holiday abroad tomorrow (very early flight) for a week, with my teenage daughters and my dad. I'm so fucking annoyed and frustrated. My packing is done. They haven't packed a thing yet. One of them has just asked if we have a private pool. When I replied no, she answered with "I probably won't go swimming that much then." Fuck off then, you spoilt brat!
I'm a single mum who works and saves hard for holidays. And each time I remind myself why I fucking do it.
I'm not a shouty person at all. I'm calm, cheerful and kind usually. But I shout and then get sullen mystification in return. They would honestly drive the patience of a Saint.
Dad is due at my place in the next few minutes and you could cut the atmosphere with a knife. One of the teens is still in bed.
I feel like doing a Shirley Valentine! Please could you talk me down and tell me it will be ok 
Thank you.