At the weekend my DS (12 yo) told me that school planned a bike ride for today to the swimming pool in the next town.
He doesn't have a bike as I can't really afford one, and I haven't really had much time to go and buy one and teach him to ride. I was always asking his father for help but it was ignored.
I told him to tell the teacher that he didn't have a bike but he was too embarrassed.
This morning came and he asked if he could call in sick. He was afraid the teacher would be angry. Turns out that a few weeks ago when the trip was being planned he did tell the teacher and his reply was that he should get a bike and learn to ride it.
I told him to just take his swimming stuff and go to see if there was another option to get there, or tell the teacher he couldn't go and that he should stay with another class for the day.
He burst into tears and we had a huge argument. Apparently it was all planned and he should've have a lunch packed and drinks, money etc. I didn't know any of this. Because he didn't say a thing last night.
It's always the same, each night I ask him if there's anything planned for the next few weeks, anything I need to take care of etc. He loses letters for school constantly and is totally disorganised. They plan training days etc and he tells me on the morning that there's no school and I have to stay home and tell work that morning.
So I lost my shit this morning. I can't take anymore time off work. I'm already covering all his hospital and physio appts with work. (He had a health problem for the last few years). And have worked around these with my FT job. Everything is so last minute with him and as a single ft working parent it's really stressful when this happens.
But mostly I felt guilty - I should've taken time and found the money to somehow buy a bike and teach him. But I'm angry also - why his father hasn't fucking done this (he gives me no child support just EOW visits) and does so very little in supporting him in real life. Why I have to shoulder every responsibility. For example he had appts to attend hospital during a holiday with his father, they weren't going away, but he just couldn't be bothered to take him. So he kicked off with me. 
But this morning I took it all out on my son, ranting about how I do enough. God I'm ashamed and crying just thinking about my behaviour this morning. But it all just came to a head. (I didn't mention his father, just how I had to do everything, and that his lack of organisation was a huge problem. I sent him to school with just his normal bag and told him he needed to be mature and deal with the situation. Didn't even kiss him goodbye.
Now I'm late for work and sat in the garden in tears. I feel awful and I just want to run down to the school, take him in my arms and bring him home and hide from the world.
I think he doesn't like to bother me with these things as he knows life runs on a knife edge with work and home.
I'm so ashamed of myself, but also feel pathetically sorry for myself and him. I also feel furious that I have to deal with everything while my ex sits on his flabby arse working part time and playing Xbox games every weekend but is "dad of the year" while I run round like a stressed headless chicken and my son tries to deal with the fact that life isn't simple for him, and that the support for him only goes so far.
Sorry for the rambling post. Someone please hand me a grip and a tissue.


