Today, had various medical stuff go on, so was feeling a bit delicate, plus the tearful from before this week.
Then Flameboy screamed for 30 mins straight (and I mean screamed) and wet himself in his carseat, then fought me going in the back carrier (refused pushchair, couldn't walk due to nudey bits & no shoes - threw them in a puddle in temper), ended up on my front. THEN Flamechick came out of school and they spent from then on fighting, squabbling and shrieking in temper at each other.
I collected Boy from work and they carried on. He dropped me at the shop at the end of the road, and I got a few mins quiet, but then I got home and Flameboy started being hell again (he came out to the car and then refused to come back in the house so I had to carry him kicking and screaming - him, not me).
THEN I opened a bill that was bigger than expected and it was the final straw
I yelled a few obscenities, stormed upstairs, and cried until I fell asleep. DH came to check on me, but just sort of tucked me in and went again.I slept until bedtime when they started yelling again because they wanted me to tuck them in
(would feel loved, but they only wanted me to be contrary).Generally now on the come down, feeling embarrassed at just how much I lost it, drained, tearful still, and generally a bit of a mess.
Urgh. Life sux tonight.
On the plus side though - there were no scissors in the bedroom. During my rage I was thinking that chopping my hair off in chunks would fix everything...

). Teacher said about her taking instructions very literally - I hadn't known that she had noticed that
The SALT had noticed it too (some of the assessment pictures got interesting responses due to her pointing in slightly the wrong place and asking the question worded wrongly), so they are going back to the beginning to get her a LANGUAGE assessment 