I’m feeling a bit teary today. I think I’m tired. I think the children are tired. I have shouted a lot at both of them this morning. If I have to shout, I wish I shouted and then felt remorseful, but the truth is, by that stage, I feel even more mad at them that they have made me cross enought to shout. Eventually I get a headache.
This is not how I thought parenting would be.
I have packed tired Eldest Son off to nursery where he is settling in well and naughty Second Son off to bed where he always settles in well, my sucky, cosy baby. So now I have a precious hour to myself and instead of revelling in my little bit of freedom, I just feel teary.
What a waste.
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