Today has been a Bad Mother Day.
I know we all have them so I don't feel too guilty about it. Well maybe just a little bit. Ok then quite a lot really.
It's been one of those days where my reactions have been more than a little over the top.
'Oh my God who helped themselves to a yogurt from the fridge? Right. That. is. IT!'
It started bad and it just got worse. Despite being up at 6am we were somehow late leaving for the school run.
'Just get your shoes on and get into the bloody car!'
'Oh hello Mary from next door, yes, yes lovely day - just getting the little ones off to school'
Car door closes.
'Now in future when I say get in the car blah, blah, blah, blah, and don't ever blah, blah, blah, blah again. Got it?'
When they all got home it wasn't much better.
Fighting, fighting,fighting, then....'Muuuuummmm, Marley hit me'
'Yeah well, I'm busy'
'But Mum' *starts crying* he hit me and then Baxter threw a car at my head and pushed me over'
'Oh do stop sniveling and just go outside and play'
*High pitched wailing* 'But Mum he...'
'Right, I've had enough, go to your room'.
My entire day has been filled with hundreds of these moments. I should know by now that the grumpier I am and the less time I have for them the worse they behave and the more stressed I get, and the grumpier I am....ad infinitum. It really is exhausting.
I do hope the Fairy Good-Mother pays me a visit tomorrow. God knows they deserve it.
