Bloody holidays, bloody dss' mum. Sch broke up on a wed, I had dss thurs and fri because she was working.
We go away tomorrow 5am. Dss was expected this morning, gave him a day to settle down (usually get fireworks for first 48h as he readjusts to being one of many). He will arrive this evening. Along with his school uniform which I am supposed to sort and make sure he has enough for the next year, replace and supply 2 full sets back to his mum. Apparently it's still her 3 weeks. He's at his nan's.
Now we will have the settling in while we are travelling. DON'T EVEN GO THERE!!!!!! Alternative bickering and silly. Plus he has been particularly challenging these last couple of weeks at his mum's. Fucking joy.
And then I drop the bombshell that next academic year I cannot take him to tramps on Mondays. DD1 is starting church choir and I want to take her. I cannot do both, and taking him this last year has had a negative impact on my ability to meet the other 3's needs fully. FFS, it was a favour to her, as Mon is her nights. It's not even a bombshell as far as I'm concerned, I've told dp several times, but dp being laid back dp has chosen to not listen, and now is probably thinking I've said it to retaliate.
I have made an active decision to try to manage my stress, I have XH being a pillock, I'm dealing with CAMHS and SS, one half willingly, t'other because xh being making malicious allegations again, and I DON'T WANT OR NEED THIS STRESS.
OK, rant over. Kettle on, coffee made. Tongue burnt. Off to pack another case, and admire ds' railway that is the lenght of the landing
And of course it's all my fault. For being awkward, and highlighting problems.