I know you will all be sick of me bleating on by now, but I really have to let this go. I tried so hard to make today go well. So I stayed up until 0130 to do the stockings and make sure they were deep enough asleep not to notice, did a special breakfast, etc etc. ds1 (4) spent the whole day moaning that his presents were rubbish and nicking his brother's, played up all the way through church (which we go to regularly so he knows the way to behave), and then picked fights constantly with the neighbours' children who had very kindly invited us to spend Christmas day with them. To make it all the more embarrassing, when some soldiers came into the service today in uniform I broke down and sobbed my heart out in front of all the other congregation - feel so embarrassed and such a failure. I wish I was better at coping with all this.