I've had a cry, I've spoke to a friend (i went round asda with her - only time we could both have a chat uninterrupted), I've applied wine and chocolate - all these were done last night.
I'm just tired. and sick of changing pooey pull ups. and DS's dad being such a useless unreliable twerp. and being on my own. and having crappy noisy scary chavvy neighbours. and having very little ault company. and DS wanting interaction all the time. and being soo clingy.
Ex brought DS home last night at 10:30pm as he was sobbing for me and was unconsolable. He'd switched from sat night to friday for the benefit of his own social life, and was trying to get him ready for bed at 10pm at night and wondered why he got all upset.

I could go on all day - I'm just fed up. 