Rarely, but today has been one of those days. I’ve got both kids with me today (4 month old and 4 year old) and the today has been a shit show from start to finish. DS is going through a regression and is awake every 90 minutes so I’m shattered when I drag myself out of bed in the morning.
DH works from home and I feel under such pressure to get them up and out so he can work in peace. Finally rounded them up and went out to the park. DS hated the sling, he kept either head butting my chest and crying (facing in) or falling asleep facing out so his head would flop about everywhere and I had to hold it up. I barely pay attention to myself these days so didn’t realise I needed a piss and hadn’t eaten or drank anything until 20 minutes after we arrived, by which point coupled with DS whinging and screaming we went home again.
Took aged to settle DS for nap, DD gets a bit jealous of me holding him so deliberately makes noises to wake him up just as I’ve settled him. Eventually got him tired enough to go in the cot, by which time DD was almost napping off on the sofa and I had to wake her otherwise she doesn’t sleep til 10/11pm. Hence her being very cranky and tantrumming.
Then had to wake a screaming DS early from his nap for DH to take him to an appointment. I still haven’t eaten. Finally they get out the front door and I sit down with a crumpet to constant whining from DD for me to play with her. When I don’t she tries to climb the ladder shelves and swings off the door handles (she’s already pulled one off doing this). Dumps her toy box out with pretty much zero intention of playing with anything.
I bribe her into silence by saying if she can play nicely we will go to the park for ice cream when DS gets back. DS gets back and needs feeding, DD then dawdles putting on her shoes and won’t co-operate. I realise at this point the park cafe has closed (3pm) and in my frustration yell at DD who is messing about with the dog lead rather than putting on her shoes like I’ve asked 10000 times. She starts crying, I feel awful, we head to the shop to buy an ice cream to take to the park. DS won’t stop screaming because he’s over tired, I go to buy myself an ice cream as well only to remember I can’t eat is as I’m BF and DS has CMPA.
DD mucks about walking along the busy road next to the pram so I have to steer with one hand and hold hers with the other. Fucking stressful. Eventually get there, park up, DS still screaming as he still hasn’t dropped off. His muslin blows across the park and into a pile of what appears to be shite on the ground. After I get back from chasing it DD is picking at what looks like dried mud on the bench and putting it in her mouth.
Let her play for a bit, on the way home I tell her to stop walking backwards and look where she’s going as she’ll trip and have an accident. She trips and bumps her knee and starts crying to be picked up which I can’t because of pram.
We’ve just got home and honestly I’ve got my sunglasses on indoors because I don’t want her to see my tears.
So yes I shouted today. Sorry I just wanted to write all that down somewhere. Some days are good but so many are just a battle from the moment I get up until I finally pass out at 1am. Only to be woken an hour later.