On Saturday I lost it completely
Have been asking the DCs (12 and 10) to tidy their rooms up for weeks. They have done precisely feck all. So I told them Saturday morning if they didn't do them, they weren't going to the Christmas party at our local pub for kids. They go every year, it's amazing, not something they want to miss.
DD went back to bed. DS sat on his ps3.
DH told me to leave off as it's Christmas, and said they were going.
I pointed out it might be sodding, buggering Christmas for them, for me it's two days of cooking plus the normal chores.
Suffice to say, they went to the party. I refused to go, despite DH phoning and texting me. I went and got myself a Chinese take away, and binge watched Prime. I even had a cheeky gin and tonic, in my jamas.
They came home and DH was smug about how they had behaved.
Then they kicked off, an almighty kick off, queue much screeching and lunacy, and DH trying to stop them.
It was at that point I walked downstairs and said "I see undermining me is going well. Let me know who wins from the pair of them. Goodnight"
He apologised profusely in the morning and has now rounded them up to get the tidying done.
But Christmas gives me the rage. I prefer New Years eve.