I know it shouldn't be this hard, but I've had enough.
I gave up cleaning the house after the second week when I realised that every fucking time I tidy/clean it's a mess again.
I'm fed up. My house is a tip. I'm waiting for them to fuck off back to school and nursery so I can do something about it. I seriously think I'm having some kind of mental breakdown. I'm always angry/sad/anxious. Every day I have a worried type lump in my throat. My heart feels heavy. I'm shouting at them every time they make a mess/fight/scream. I can't even look the older one in the eye for a conversation.
They're 8, 3 and 2. I'm such a shit mother. Why can't I be calm with calm children? I hate my fucking voice.
Please don't ask about the husband. This is another on-going problem.
I wish I could just run away.