I spent a lot of this afternoon cleaning down walls. You have no idea how hard it is to clean tea, coffee & coke off artexed walls. I hate artex with a passion. I have no idea what possessed me to paint my sitting room walls cream. Moving out 2 of my sofas left my walls exposed. Dribbles of various liquids were screaming at me. The muscle is only good for lifting & lugging. My muscle had scurried home before the real work commenced, The cleaning took way longer than I anticipated. Maybe I’m just slower than I used to be. I felt like I was wiping away parts of my past I never want to visit me again. Sadly I’m sure the meldowns will return. I just need to make sure liquid is nowhere near when he strops. Whether my son is ODD or PDA is immaterial. He creates chaos & destruction & I hate it. At one point I thought I was going to cry. Every one had fucked off doing whatever & I’d just been left. I knew at least 4 of my teenage kids where home but they chose to do simply nothing. This Mum is feeling very hard done by today but I did it. I washed down those walls like he’d never thrown a thing at them. I picked up the broken glass long forgotten from a plate he broke. I’m done for today.