Work is bringing us all down.

Liam's work company has two offices, he is (obviously) in the London one. Last year the Manchester office stopped doing the admin/copy chasing side and passed it all over to the London office. This means that Liam and K (Liam's manager and the only other person in his dept) have been doing twice the amount of work ever since - and it was enough before this!

Of course this means that times when k is not in, Liam has even more work to do. From what he tells me, it's an impossible amount, but K is entitled to his holiday as much as Liam and their boss would never hire another to help. Apparently a temp would be no good either, as they would need training to know what to do and that's not going to happen.

So this week is the Cheltenham racing, and K happens to be a gambler. Meaning he has this week and most of next week off. Meaning Liam has loads of work to do.
Meaning that Liam is about as moody and miserable as he could possibly be. And to make things worse - he doesn't realise how bad he is. He knows he's 'stressed' but i think he thinks it stops there. Or maybe he's just too tired to give it any thought.

All I have heard this week is screeching, shouting, swearing, stomping about kinds of tantrums - and that's just Liam!
Of course the children follow suit. Frazer has been BELLOWING at Scarlett and Rowan if they do anything less than perfect to his requirements (sooo Liam) and he's getting really frustrated at the drop of a hat.
Scarlett has been super demanding - attention seeking like I've never known before. She's started wetting her knickers again and will annoy her brothers for attention, she purposely winds Liam up to the point where he wants to run away or hit her (he normally explodes shouting obscenities) and she doesn't stop crying and screaming.
Rowan. Well Rowan is Rowan. He's reverted back a little - he was a miserable little mite and he's gone back to that after a nice break containing a happier little boy.

And me?
I just want to go and hide all the time. When Liam is at home he's either freaking out about/at the children, picking arguments with me over the tiniest thing (believe me - we've argued loads over nothing recently) or he's upstairs studying. Tonight he didn't have kung fu - he had cancelled it so he could go to an allotment meeting - and this meant a few more arguments and shoutings before the meeting and another argument when he got back - apparently I rolled my eyes in a dodgy way.

Not helping is that I'm just so tired! I thought I was getting better but I'm going to regret typing this tomorrow as I should be going to bed by now but haven't got the kids clothes or lunch ready for tomorrow yet. Liam keeps saying he will help me out more but obviously words don't change things...

I just can't wait for this fortnight to be over, because I know that even at the weekend things will be intense - he'll spend some time trying to 'come down' after work, and then the rest of his time will probably be devoted to stressing about going in again on Monday.
I wouldn't like to sound so presumtious normally, but I've seen all this happen before, enough times for there to be a definite pattern