.....am feeling ill, very tired and fed up.
Ds1 (nearly 8) is finally on the list to see the comm paed and is having some private therapy (RRT) The terms being bandied about are "dyspraxia" and "APD".
He needed to get a fleece top to go up into the loft and play on the trains with his dad and dbro (needs a fleece as its cold up there).
The fleece is where it always is...left hand side of his wardrobe, first item of clothing hung up.
Could hear his dad telling him to go and get it;
ds1: "dont know where it is"
dh: its hanging up where it always is
ds1: I cant find it
dh: Come on ds1!
ds1: I cant see it
I intervened. Called ds1 down to me (am doing an online shop atm as well as being on MN!!) Told him - calmly - where it was EXACTLY.
Me: ds1, its hanging up, left side of your wardrobe, first thing you will see
Ds1: OK
He goes up. He says he cant see it.
I go up (thinking "it must be there I always put it there!) and lo and behold
there it bloody is...exactly where I said it was.
I went MAD

I really shouted at him. I am so ashamed of myself.
I hate this. I hate that my nearly 8 year old cant do things that children of 4/5 could do. I hate that he is so dependant on me for everything still. I hate that he is starting year 4 in sept and I am really worried...he wont cope.
Fucking hell.