It's probably the time of the month but I'm having one of those can't cope days, where I just want to escape to a desert island on my own with a pile of books! Husband is working today and have just had a good sob in the loo, and then been interrupted by a knock on the front door by an unsuspecting builder, come to give us a quote. God knows what he thought of me!
Our pediatric appointment is overdue, potty training started well last week and has ended with ds1 weeing all over the leather sofa today and refusing to go anywhere near the toilet, and I'm just really reminded of how far behind he is for his age when we can't even have a basic conversation.
He's just turned 3 and has mild symptoms of all sorts of things (but most likely HFA) so we don't even know what we're dealing with, and I'm just so desperate to get on and help him.
Sorry to moan, feeling a bit better now just writing it down!