Devil Spawn slept in until 930 on Monday (daycare day) and I decided to keep him home. An hour later I regretted it. FFS
The trouble with being a grown up is that, well, you have to make phone calls all of the time. Regardless of whether you want to or not. Me, I try all other avenues of contact before making a phone call. Even sweeping problems under the rug and pretending they don’t exist.
I think it’s time I bit the bullet and talking to a ‘professional’ about it. Every day feels like the worst day of my life. I spend most of the day either in tears, sleeping to escape or yelling. This is no way for DS to live. I don’t want him remembering his childhood as having been peppered with anger.
It all went along smoothly and it felt good. GP was happy to take over medication care. I was happy that she was competent enough to do it. MH were happy that she was happy.