In fact, am crying.
DS (20 months) has had a very whiny week with at least one small-hours wake-up most nights. Have had five hours' sleep for both of the last two nights.
DS has been throwing his toys about today. Hit me and really hurt me with one of them. DH told him to apologise, cue hour-long screaming fit which got worse whenever i pick him up as he hollers for Daddy. He pinched my neck when I tried to cuddle him and start again.
In the middle of trying to dress him while he screamed at me, DH came in to say our new washing machine had broken - after less than two months, with a load of dirty nappies mid-cycle. DS still screeching at this point so I hiss-shouted SHUT UP at him.
DH has taken DS away for an hour to give me a chance to calm down. Feel like a sh*tty parent who can't control her temper, where DH can.
We were supposed to be going to the farm for the afternoon, followed by nice walk and coffee and then DH off to pub to watch his team play (his Sunday treat). Now they're gone, he may miss match, I'm at home feeling like shit.