Good morning quiche.
Today is one of those days sent to try me.
I woke up to DS1 having an almighty great tantrum and DP arguing back with him like a bloody child.
J had a bad night, he pissed around in his room before screaming solidly for god knows how long leaving me so stressed that I don't get any work done and slept through my early alarm so I didn't get it done this morning either.
The house that i spent the weekend gutting out looks like it's been the venue for the worlds biggest movie frat party.
The carrots that I'd put aside in a bag to make my soup for lunch are ruined, the kids used the bag as a bin bag without removing them so they're not covered in yesterday's lunchbox rubbish.
Then just to top it off, I went to put the heating on because me and J are freezing and the fucking gas has run out.
I do up have the car or a shop in walking distance.
I am so angry, why, why is it my job to keep check of these things?!!? Why the bloody hell can't DP be part of keeping the house ticking over!!!
I could cry right now. I've had to go red faced to my sisters and offer to pay them to take J one morning a week so I can get on top of it all.