Thanks, Biggles.
I am feeling so shaky and anxious today. Haven't heard from DP I am sure he is really annoyed with me and I just really want to hear from him.
work is a big problem for me in some ways, and in other ways so important and healthy. I should be working now and the very thought of looking at my emails makes me feel sicik. I just feel so awful.
Sorry to whinge on like this.
The level of anger I felt yesterday was terrifying. dd1 (5) was really making me furious. Every single thing was a cause for her to whine. Everything I gave her was a reason for her to ask for something else or something different in a really horrible voice. I just suddenly spiralled into this thing of seeing my whole life as being subject to people constantly giving me earache about things I can do nothing about. I slipped into this horrible headspace where in my own home, my supposed headspace, I am going to have people whining interminably about the same things, forever.
I said some horrible things; I was awful when she fell off a chair and howled (because she was dicking about on the chair and driving me nuts before she fell off); I said in a really low grating voice "Are you going to ask me for x again? I have said no three times. if you ask again I am leaving the room and not talking to you again. That conversation is over."
Every time we go anywhere it just becomes a thing where she gets obsessed with wanting to be bought things and I say no and then she behaves horribly, nagging and mithering and whining in this horrible voice, and then I just can't say yes because it is rewarding the most horrible behaviour.
I worry that she is not a nice little girl because I haven't spent enough time with her and work too much. I worry that she is being like this because she doesn't get enough of me and if we popped to the shops every day it would be an ingrained thing that you don't get bought things except as treats and she would know that sometimes you can get rewarded for good behaviour and it would all be settle.d
Anyway sorry to go off on that long tangent but basically at about 2pm I decided I was going to start drinking as early as possible and as hard as possible because I was absolutely wound up beyond being able to stand anything. So at 5.45 we were having "fathers' day prosecco". At 845 when they were finally in bed I was going to the shop for the third bottle and deciding I was not working today.
I am just so so so so sick of everything. I have a good life, my parents are alive and well, my children are well, there is nothing wrong. I just feel.... on the brink of screaming so much of the time