I've had enough. My kids don't listen to me, they argue, cry and fight. I've had an absolute enough. I'm feeling full up with some horrible virus and have had my younger two just constantly arguing and I snapped.
I just screamed at them to start listening to me, I'm fed up of them being absolute angels for everyone else but when it comes to us, there is zero fucking gratitude, nothing whatsoever.
Now I know they're children and its not OK for me to lose my shit and shout at the kids, but I've had enough. I work all week, I come home and barely have enough money to put on the table despite the fact that both me and my partner work and then the kids don't even try the food.
Then there's life in general, just constant worrying. I'm sick of it. I really am. I could quite happily not ever wake up again because at least I wouldn't have to spend every waking hour of my day worrying. Its exhausting.
The kids don't appreciate anything we do. Nothing is good enough. They're always telling me about how much their friends are going away, going on trips out and I can barely afford a trip to the beach. If life is always going to be this painstakingly miserable, then I don't want it.