Hi everyone, this post comes with a warning – I am going to go on a MEGA whinge, please feel free to ignore, I’m not looking for lots of ‘there, there’ and fuss, I just want to off load and this thread is much safer than starting a new one in Talk.
Life is crap sometimes.
Literally crap sometimes. DS is soooo resistant to potty training, he will be 4 in a few weeks and is the only one left in his nursery class still in nappies. I am fed up of constantly changing nappies and I’m starting to get concerned there might be a problem.
And DCat1 is a fastidious little bastard who if he decrees the litter tray is not up to required standards, will stand next to it instead of in it to do his business. Nine times out of ten his aim is crap, typical boy, so it goes all over the floor. Yet more grot for me to clean up.
I had to collect DS at lunchtime today from nursery as they said he had a temperature. They gave him calpol and asked me to collect him, so I have lost half a days pay and paid for a full day at nursery. Poor DS is now really miserable and burning up, so tomorrow will be no nursery and no work.
Every night DH calls home from his hotel in tears because he is so lonely working away from home and afraid for our future and our money situation. He says I am doing so much to support him but I feel useless. I don’t know what to say sometimes. And DS misses his Daddy so much, is always asking for him and I have to deal with all the parenting stuff by myself. DH would love to be home to share it, but he just can’t right now.
I am so pissed about having to give up my university course. I spent years scrimping and saving for the fees. Hours and hours selling stuff on eBay and Facebook and the fucking taxman is going to take it all as we need it to pay HMRC.
And our house move? The people that are buying it from us promised they did not have to sell their current house in order to buy ours. It turns out they lied all along and the whole chain is now dependent on them selling their house. Everyone is so far into the legal and financial processes, it doesn’t make sense to drop them, we just have to lump it. Highly unlikely that we will be in before Christmas.
And we have to apply for schools for DS, so I’m having to do all the visits by myself as DH is away all week (more unpaid time off work for me). But I can’t actually get the application in until our bastard buyers pull their fingers out re the move as the County Council will not accept the application until we have exchanged contracts and our new home address is confirmed.
The house is a mess. I am not a ‘show home’ kind of person, cleaning and tidying is not the focus of my life, but I do like an orderly home. Even when shit happens, if I feel calm and organised in my home, I feel like I can deal with outside stuff. I am struggling to parent on my own, work in a job I don’t want but have to do and keep on top of running the house.
So I am fucking off to the naughty corner with a tub of Ben & Jerry’s and several ‘naice’ whiskies, I don’t do gin, sorry MN!