I have had such a crap day. It started off with ds leaking a pile of crap into his pants overnight after a dose of picolax last night for constipation - he's frigging 7 and I would have thought I'd stoppped wiping arses by now! My sister rings me early and wants me to go to the bank with her 'cos she's "lost" about 2k from her account and needs a statement and is inept at going anywhere on her own. I ask her to get here quickly as I need to dose ds up again with more picolax - she takes 2 hours and arrives looking like a tramp. DH is at work until 2pm so we have to take kids. Get back and everyone wants lunch (but they all want differnt). Try to get some housework done 'cos the house looks like a bombsite - dh comes home early in a real mood 'cos he thinks I've done nothing all day and starts whining and swearing at me. DD breaks the rabbit's food bowl so I have to go and get another at the same time sister wants to go to look at some tiles she's after and asks if I can go with her too. Dd decides she wants to come too and I really don't want her to. Sister drives but decides she needs petrol and takes forever choosing a cream floor tile from about half a dozen virtually identical tiles. Get home and spend 2 hours trying to pour picolax down ds's throat in the end resort to a senna/lactulose cocktail and loads of very angry looks. Dh tells me he's going to look for somewhere else to live 'cos I'm a lazy cow. In the meantime I've done all the ironing and a load of washing, made beds, tidied bedrooms, washed up, cleaned bathroom. This evening dd and ds just won't behave and when trying to get ds to bed he insists on asking about the inner workings of the human body.. I've got a headache and feel like crying.. and I know tomorrow we've got to start all over again.. sorry for ranting.