I ahve been trying to plan my entire week's lessons this morning, but to no avail. I can't get my head round it.
I had a miserable weekend, by and large. Friday evening's freedom from no.1 son degenerated into a pointless, silly argument. Not my fault: it seems I can't do anything right these days. I really don't know what my wife wants from me. If I do something, it's wrong. If I don't do something, it's wrong too. We seem to be caught in this hideous cycle of annoyance and recrimination. I hate it.