I started posting last night but we've had another crazy night with DD - she gets an ear infection every month or so; she'll have a terrible, terrible night then something pops and it's less painful for her but with more gunk than is surely possible for an ear that size. So I had to stop writing about parenting and go and actually... parent. Ho hum. Back to the doctors, I think!
((((((((((( group hug )))))))))) right back at you all 
Bunny - it really does help, doesn't it.
Searching - I'm so glad that things are a bit more peaceful with your boys at the moment but I can relate to that feeling of lethargy.
givemecaffeine - welcome!
letsgo, great advice as usual.
Bertie - did you have an irritating smug period?! Glad you're back, anyway!
The thing which really puzzles me is why I emotionally over-react to things related to DCs.
The other day, for example, all that actually happened was that we all woke up in crap moods, following an entire evening of stropping by DS, so having dealt with his unneccessary whining all morning, when he kicked his sister in the head, it pissed me off. So far so reasonable, really. I picked him up under his armpits and marched him to the other side of the kitchen, where I unceremoniously but without undue force, dumped him to sit over there until we all calmed down a bit.
It's not the ideal way to start the day but why did it make me feel SO out of sorts? So much so I took completely the wrong route to work (
) and stuck a :( :( :( post on here. I really was shaking my head at myself all day, but still couldn't shake it off until we got back to normal that evening.
And why do I feel like such a crap parent for incidents like this when, admittedly I don't always handle things perfectly, but who does?
Although my day-to-day aim is to parent in a way which wouldn't embarrass me if I was being watched, I need to accept that our home won't be like an episode of the Waltons ever every minute of every day, otherwise by the time we reach their teenage years I'll be a jibbering mess...