Dinner last night ended in 6let and I walking out the door for soccer while M2 banshee screamed at the table. She wanted to go, but hadn't touched a thing. Max was listless just hanging onto DH. I'm not sure he ever even had dinner. I went to bed last night hoping and praying today would be better.
Max was up at 4 saying "all done." Since he went to bed at 6 he probably was. I snuggled with him on the couch until M2 started running through the house at 545 screaming because she couldn't find me. DH is having a crap day and after being out all last week and taking Mon and Tues afternoon off he's got to stay late to get crap done.
MIL is pissed at me. She wanted to bring grandma over next week to show her the remodel. Next week is a shitshow and told her it's a really bad week. Then I sent a schedule of the month and she's all "you have something every day! how can we come?" Weekends are free (but you know she has football games to watch), afternoons and evenings are free (but she has to be home to make dinner for her retired husband), I don't know what to tell you. Kids have school 4 out of 5 days a week.