I have had some dark chocolate Rolos, which were almost as good as cake and did not make me as shouty as wine would at this juncture. I find that
causes me to be unable to resist the urge to tell it how it is, i.e. "You know what you have to do, so how about turning off the tv, putting down your phone and just doing it?" Sadly, this only results in effing and blinding and things being thrown. And then I have to resist the temptation to join in with all that.
Dd got up and got dressed, muttered something about how she couldn't find the summer hols homework she was supposed to be doing; I suggested she asked some of her friends where to find it on the school website and then she said she's off to the cider festival at the town park.
Have just dropped her, dh and ds off there and come home to do the overdue invoicing. Am now slightly tempted to pack a bag, grab the dog and take myself off to a B&B somewhere else for a few nights. However, as dd would be then even less likely to do anything remotely constructive, I shall stay put and put a cold compress on my bulging forehead veins.
Happy hols, MI and CV.
BD, hope you are having a nice, relaxing weekend. Sorry not to be able to pop up to town on Friday, would have loved a mini-MU.
Herbs, if it is at all possible to get your dp to think about the bigger picture re: responsibility for ds and your workload, I hope you can find a way to do it, as sharing the responsibility must make such a difference. Responsibility for all that stuff has never been shared round these parts (despite my best efforts) and I have always struggled with stopping the resentment from becoming toxic.