Since Xmas, it’s been one thing after another. My dog was run over Boxing Day, left with a £800 vet bill to pay. My dryer packed in a couple weeks ago, I’ve barely recovered financially since Xmas and tomorrow is my sons 6th birthday. This morning I kept my youngest son (4) off nursery to go shopping and get last minute presents for his brother. He asked for sweets the whole time I was driving and I kept telling him no. He asked for sweets the whole way round the shops and I kept telling him ‘not today.’ We got back to the car when he realised I was serious and bawled, screaming, ‘I want a sweetie’ for the half hour journey home. I eventually ignored his cries, I even turned the music up full to drown him out. I felt so emotionally and mentally drained that I started quietly crying too. But it was ok, because tomorrow is pay day and I managed to scrape enough funds together to give my son a decent birthday. Been feeling very off all day. Texted the kids dad to ask if he wanted to have the kids tomorrow night after I treated them to a macdonalds dinner and cinema after school. He said no. We’ve been split up 3 and a half years and I already knew the answer would be 50/50. My son really wants to see him and his family tomorrow. ‘Are daddy and granny gran coming to my birthday?’ He’s been asking all week. ‘I don’t know son, I’ll ask.’ I told him. I don’t have the heart to tell him he’s not gonna see his dad or his grandparents tomorrow. I’m having anxiety attacks thinking about how I’m going to tell my 6 year old this. Everything is getting on top of me right now. I just needed this little rant. Tomorrow is a new day, or so the saying goes. via /r/Parenting https://ift.tt/2BNpJp5
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