My mum is ill, probably terminally, and it's bringing out the worst in me. I can't be strong for her. I'm short with the DCs and DH. I can't stop myself from being bloody irate with everyone.
We have been excluded from the wider family over a situation I've posted about previously involving a snappy dog and an unwillingness to control it and dogs in general around young children. It makes me RAGE that this has precluded me from any support from my mum's sisters and my gran, and that they've been perfectly ok with that.
My DH gets it in the neck all the time because I'm having to go back FT with all this going on, because he hasn't made any effort over the last five years, as agreed, to improve his paltry salary, so now I have to be the breadwinner again. I know it's unreasonable of me to expect to stay PT when we can't afford to but I can't get past it. I'm generally indirectly grumpy but it stems from this.
My DCousin is going through the most awful divorce because of the infidelity of her supposedly upstanding-professional-pillar-of-society arsehole of a husband and I'm furious with him and the slapper of a woman who entrapped him with a pregnancy at the expense of my cousin's children (though actually he'd have got away with it otherwise).
Ridiculous things rile me too. I'm angry with a local independent shop for clearly aligning itself with the wealthy, private school parents with it's promotions of certain stock on its FB page. I know - ridiculous - but it made me cross enough to point it out to them in a message!
And don't get me started on having been awake for tha last three hours with an insomniac toddler - a common occurrence. How the fuck to a manage working FT on no sleep?!
I'm aware that I'm wrong, wrong, wrong, but how can I stop myself being so fucking angry at life?
(And yes, I'm also well aware that this is all very much a first world problem).