Just had one of those days.
Am a working mother (part time) but off today with three DC, age 3 and 1 year old twins. Had a lovely day of playing, but had the madness at bedtime, the physicality of doing the bath, the lifting, the rocking the crying babies, the reasoning and pleading with a 3 year old to pick up her paints that she lovingly chucked on the floor and the guilt at shouting. The guilt at not reading enough books to the twins, the guilt at not making wonderful play dough models with me DD.
Nothing out of the ordinary actually but just wondering why am so tired and wondering why it's so damn hard some days?
I know my DC are happy, in a loving home and doing great but some days I feel a bit like, if mothering were an exam, i'm failing. I often wonder if am doing a good job and keeping all the balls in the air.
Woke up tired, bit PMSey so just a bad day?