I feel like this quite regularly and it’s awful as I end up feeling so resentful and almost like I dislike them which I don’t but I just get so so fed up and frustrated.
The constant touching: climbing on me and leaning on me and wanting to hold my hand but then walking so so slowly (I don’t mean normal slow child pace but like ridiculously slowly so that I’m just constantly nagging to speed up a bit.)
Endless questions. What is this? A pen. What’s that black thing on the end? It’s what you write with. Yeah but, but, but, mummy, why, why is the pen, why is that, why do you write with it? All this while the other one is wanting their bum wiped and then trying to wash hands and getting soap everywhere and pulling the towel off the rail thirty odd times a day.
I don’t get a second of peace from 6am to 8pm and then I just fall asleep. What a life!
I know I’m being awful but I’m so worn down.