Sometimes does the strain of parenting make you want to run up a hill and shout with all your might from the top?
Do the nonsensical arguments with small ones make you your vocal cords pulse in frustration as you struggle to contain your cries of crossness?
Do you ever take it out on your other half as they are bigger so you are ‘allowed’ to shout at them?
Did you believe your parents when they told you that ‘when you were a parent’ you’d understand?
Its been a rough morning so far, my throat is scratchy from yelling at five year olds who, whilst at times can win a nobel prize for annoyance, probably didn’t deserve it. The scales were mean to me when I stepped on them lightly which didn’t aide my already destroyed mood. Even BB who can normally do no wrong woke up at five am leaving me grumpy and irritable through sleep deprivation.
My stress levels are racing as I stand in the rain watching the minutes tick by waiting for the bus to arrive to drive me out of mummydom to my grown up life.
As the bus rounds the corner, my heart starts to slow, my pulse calms its angry thump and my senses relax. I pause for a moment and enjoy the silence of the rain pounding the deserted street. Then the guilt fills the void that anger left behind.
I shouted and left, I yelled at kids I am trying to teach to not raise their voices.
Bugger, arse, ballacks.
Not a great start to the day.
Must try harder tomorrow…