Pretty melodramatic, I know - but I feel like an utter failure and the boys would be better off without me. Apparently I am lazy, do nothing, nag, interrupt, never listen, and ds3 has a shit life compared to his friends.
Tonight we have been told that we are horrible for having made him contribute to the iPod touch he wanted for Christmas last year (or maybe the year before). With three kids, and a big mortgage, we couldn't afford to spend that much on each of them, and said we would contribute towards one if that was what he wanted - but now that makes us failures as parents, because his school friends have big tvs and xboxes in their rooms and even bigger tv and xbox downstairs and one has even been bought a porsche to do up, even though he is too young to drive.
But then we were told we were also bad parents for not saving money over their childhoods so we would have had the money in the bank to pay for their maintenance at university - they aren't entitled to maintenance loans and we didn't find that out until this year. How the hell are we supposed to have spent less and saved more over the years whilst at the same time making sure they had all the shiny gadgets that their friends have??
I suffer depression anyway, and this just makes me feel like a total failure. He swears at me (not all the time, but if I make him cross). And I shouldn't make him cross - I should ask him nicely to do things, not nag or rant - but when I have been asking them something for years and years, even the most trivial thing can become hugely frustrating - hence me ranting yesterday at the bloddy loo roll not being changed AGAIN!!
Ds1 (18) is pretty civilised, though organisationally challenged, and ds2 is usually pretty reasonable - though he got arsey with me yesterday because I was ranting about the loo roll thing. Apparently I should be showing them a better example of kindness to others, rather than threatening not to get loo roll if one of them finds themself stranded in there with no loo roll, because one of them hasn't replaced the one he used up. I know it is massively trivial, but I have asked nicely over and over and over again, and nothing changes - this was all I could think of to try to get the message home - the message being that the consequences can be pretty unpleasant if you don't do the simple task of putting a new loo roll on.
Apparently they 'forget' - because it is so bloddy difficult to remember that a new loo roll is needed in the huge amount of time that elapses between using the last of said loo roll, washing one's hands and exiting the loo.
And I should just leave lots of loo rolls in there (where the dog can get at them, and has, in the past, shredded them), so that it won't matter if they forget.
Congratulations if you have read this far. Form an orderly queue to give me a slap and tell me to buck my bloody ideas up and stop making such a big thing out of a loo roll - but honestly, it was the last straw.