DH and I had a major ruck last night, he got frustrated with ds and swore. I then when mental at him and spent the night on a pull out bed in ds's room. He spent the night on the sofa, so our comfy bed was empty until 4.30 when I got in it. He left for work early, we didn't speak, and I am pretty fed up with our lives.
Then after lunch I get a phone call from ds's school, deputy headmaster who says ds has been involved in an incident at lunchtime and has kicked another boy in the groin.
Everything is such a mess, and I'm sure he did it because he was upset last night, and this morning when he asked me if Dad and I were friends.