There's something in the water tonight. I have just had the mother and father of all meltdowns at my DS1. He just won't fucking listen and is gobby and answers back and is mean to his sister (he got a dinosaur grabber thing on a magazine and was dragging her round the room by her ears ).
Well, after four hours of fecking shite from him and all sorts of nonsense from DD (including trying to play with the cooker and dabbling in the knife drawer) I finally lost it and have screamed and screamed and jumped up and down in frustration and then walked out of the house, leaving my poor, on the verge of tears, DH to deal with them all for a bit. My children are traumatised for life, DH hates me and you know what I couldn;t give a fucking toss.
I am fucking done parenting, I really am.
I can't do two full weeks of this crap on my own. DH doesn't even get the bank holiday weekend ...well he can but has to take it as holiday so wont or will have none left for later as they hold back a week in the first year or some such shite.
sorry for the rant. I'm a cow bitch mum from hell