Tears

There are some days, actually usually just afternoons, where I feel at my wits end.

There are afternoons where one little person is either talking over another or at the same time as them; there is a constant barrage of "I want this", "where's my that"; "I'm hungry"; "So and So give me that back", "Mum"; "Mum"; "Mum" and then there's the house that I spent a couple of precious hours cleaning, only to have it trashed in 15 minutes. Honestly, I can't pick up after them at the same rate they can tear things apart.

These afternoons aren't rare, but they aren't every day, but my god, I do feel close to tears when they come. I know you can only do so much, but we mums do try to do everything and honestly, I know that we should accept only what we can do, but I do feel like a failure when I can't get everything done. I try to stop, take deep breathes and know that tomorrow will be different and I won't remember it, but gosh, I do feel like a bath with candles and a glass of red and music in the background with no-one asking me for anything, when those afternoons come. I guess I'll settle for the red, in between bath, bed and making my second dinner for the day.

Enough feeling sorry for myself for one afternoon? I think so.