How the hell I got talked into this i'll never know but here I am with the dc staying with my mother for a whole week.
We got here on Saturday and the first day was ok but my dh had to go the next day so my mother real side came back out.
This evening I have sat sobbing in my room. It's like being a teenager again and I'm remembering why I left home at 17.
We're in a small village in Cumbria. There is a shop, a pub and that's it. I'm not even driving at the moment so I'm well and truly stuck until dh rejoins us on Friday evening and then still have to make it trough until Sunday.
I am just one critism about my parenting away from hanging my self from the rafters.
How the hell do I get through this?