I do not ever control my time. Well I do sometimes I am sure but I just dont. This morning I had plans to take DS out and get some stuff sorted for DH's birthday on Friday. DS has meltdown then says he wants to go to sleep. So I say fine. Put him to bed and make a cup of tea deciding to begin the work that needs doing at home instead and run errands after DS naps. Then 15 mins later DS gets up and has a cheeky grin and says he doesnt want to sleep anymore. So I finish my tea and then we go out. I am massively paraphrasing.
So finally we leave and I realised I had spent 2 and a half hours just trying to get one stupid thing done and get out of the house and in the process was punched in the face and hit with a stick. I was so angry about this. Then the usual out of house trauma. Then we get home DS does nap and I continue working. Then during nap a workman comes - unannounced - to fix our electrics (we rent privately and said a while ago they were messed up, we have no bathroom light) I said, well sorry but I had no idea you were coming at all, let alone, today, at this time, and DS is napping and I am NOT letting him wake up because you are working in the bathroom which is right next to DS's bedroom! He'd only been asleep 30 mins and it is the only time of day I am not on DS duty! So he was in a huff but really... isnt that what appointments and phones are for??? So he left.
I worked. A while later DS woke up. 2 workmen come again at 2 different times to do 2 different jobs (one the electrician I had sent away earlier) Then I bought the Zapp (nice thing)
DH was doing dinner but tried a new recipe which was not successful so come 830 we were just sitting down to eat and DS had wanted to go to bed earlier but wanted dinner first. I begin to eat and DS wants more drink so I get it for him. Then DS needs things cutting up for him. And so on.
Then DH takes DS into his room to put him to bed and DH is telling DS a story DS loves and there is a point I have to enter the room and say my line. And I am sat in bed trying to relax and I hear my cue loudly shouted out so I fucking heave myself up and go say my goddamned line and begin my part of the routine of putting DS to sleep. Then DH goes to get him his bottle of milk and guess what he has used the last of the milk in the recipe that failed for dinner. So he has to go out to the fucking shops in the car while I sit and keep DS company. It is 9:30 at night I have just left DS in his room he is still awake and I am steaming angry that all day I have not been in control of one stinking minute.
And for the record we are not normally so totally ill prepared for everything DH doesnt normally try new recipes and I cant remember the last time we ran out of milk so it isnt shit lack of routine making DS melt down all the time. But this is a pretty accurate example of how my time is spent.
Add to this all day I have had a migraine and been taking co-codamol to keep the pain at bay so I am a little dopey and I am so angry right now I am worried I will have a hard time going to sleep too so am going to take a sleeping pill. And I thought my cat had died but he was just torturing me.
Sorry I needed to rant.