I just need a rant. It's late, I'm exhausted but up ordering groceries for DD's party on Saturday, and she comes downstairs to tell me she's wet the bed. Except in fact she's shat the bed and it's trudged all over the carpet now.
I couldn't even move her into the top bunk like I normally would because her friend 'cannonballed' onto it over the weekend and broke the slats.
So child washed, new load of washing in, carpets scrubbed, sheets replaced. Sigh.
Meanwhile my ex is harassing me about when will my solicitor get back to him (even though it took him 6 months to reply last time!). And stupidly I'm hosting the party even though it's his weekend.
Please come and tell me your horror stories and remind me that it's not all bad. I love them really. I just never signed up to do this alone.