I don't know why, but have changed nickname for this because I feel terrible for feeling like I can't cope and I am dreading ds1 waking up tomorrow.
He is driving me to the edge of my reason. My reward chart has become meaningless. My bottomless pit of patience is empty. He can be such a lovely boy, but where has that lovely boy gone.
Somebody, anybody please tell me that your 3 year old (in 3 weeks) has also driven you crackers, left you crying in front of Questiontime because you know it's all going to start again in a few hours time.