DS1 (6yo) is Perfect Peter. DS2 (4yo) is Horrid Henry. His behaviour is just appalling, no matter what we do and to cap it off I have chronic migraines and an autoimmune disorder, both of which make most of my days feel like I’m pushing shit uphill.
I’ve been awake since 1:30 this morning with yet another migraine. I managed work on painkillers and caffeine until lunch time when I had to give in and go home to lie in a dark room clutching my face, then had to get the DSs from school at 3:30 - there was no one else for me to call to do it for me.
DS2 oscillated between whinging and screaming from the second we got home. He whinged the entire time I was on a phone call (I had finally got a call about something I have been chasing for weeks so couldn’t put it off). He asked for yoghurt for a snack then screamed when I gave him yoghurt and it wasn’t cheese. He wanted to play a game, which I set up, then he threw the whole thing across the room and screamed and said he’d punch me in the face. He and DS1 agreed to have an early bath so that I could just hand them to DH when he got home and go to bed. We got upstairs and he screamed and screamed and kicked the walls, refusing to take his clothes off. Fed up, I pinned him down and stripped him off as the bath was ready and the screaming and kicking was like a drill through my head. He screamed more so I shut him in his room so I could at least read a story to extremely patient and self-occupying DS1 in some peace while he had his bath. DS2 eventually settled down, came in and got in the bath. He agreed to let me cut his filthy long fingernails, then resumed screaming when I did it. And screamed. And screamed. DH got home. I tried to tell him over the screaming that I couldn’t cope with this anymore and he would have to take over so I could go back to bed. DH was looking at his fucking phone and ignoring me so I had to repeat myself while DS2 screamed louder.
I turned on DS2 and screamed back, ‘SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I KILL YOU!’ DS1 also saw/heard me say this.
DH finally got the message and sent me out of the room.
Please tell me I haven’t done my children any permanent damage. I hate myself. I can hear them laughing downstairs but I said the most awful thing. 😔