She’s a young five. She turned five in early January. She’s in primary 1 (Scotland). Seems to love school and is doing well.
I live for my girls. Everything I do is for them. I have a really big job and I cut my hours down to three days when I had DD5 because I wanted to be at home for her more. As time has progressed I end up working most evenings once the girls are asleep because essentially my workload is full time (I am looking for a new job).
I am finding life stressful just now. It’s hard to keep all the plates spinning but I am doing my best. I play with the girls we spend time together after school. We go nice places at the weekend and we do arts and crafts etc. Lots of downtime too. I do my best. I really do.
I think I am a nice mum. I try not to be shouty. I am DD5’s constant cheerleader. I worry about her at school. I make sure she has nice things like her friends do.
And yet I get the worst word in her stomach all the time. Tonight I’ve just heard all the reasons why she wishes her friends mum was her mum instead. She draws pictures at school for her dad and her sister all the time. She’s constantly shouting at me. Losing her temper. Doesn’t listen to a word I say. The cheek I get from her is ridiculous.
Tonight she ate a bar of chocolate she took from the biscuit tin. I had already asked her not to on the basis that her tea was almost ready and she took it anyway. I said “well that’s fine but you won’t be getting any more chocolate this week”. “Fine I don’t care. You’re a Horrible mum anyway” was the response.
Usually i don’t take it personally but I just feel fucking broken tonight. Then it’s the usual bath and bedtime battle and then sitting down to work because this is literally my life now.