I love my kids to the ends of the Earth. I really do. They are 6 and 4. For background/context I work full time but compressed hours so that I can have a Wednesday off with the 4 year old. I’m a lawyer and my job has been fucking horrific since last March (let’s not even start with the working/home schooling - thank god that’s behind us...) my anxiety and stress are through the roof and have been since the first lockdown.
But I can’t do it tonight. I can’t. I worked till 1am this morning and was up with 4 year old at 6. Sat in the garden all afternoon so her pal could come and play (they bickered a lot) and I am chilled to the bone. Then mad dash to pick up the older one from school who moaned all the way home because she wanted to go to the park and I said no. My work email has been pinging all day and it just makes me more stressed as I know I’m going to need to log in tonight and deal with more horrible shite.
The kids are whining and complaining because they are tired and fed up. They are always moaning about something, it seems. I can’t sit on my arse for 30 seconds before they are moaning at me for something else. It has taken me about 45 mins to write this post...
I am so tired. My husband is out at work. He’ll be back at half six and will jump in then but I have tea, spelling words and showers (will be a fight with the six year old at every step) before we even reach the usual bedtime battle and I just can’t.
I don’t really know why I’m posting this to be honest. They are good girls. They’re my whole world. But I could just cry tonight.