Not a good morning at all. Sansouci is a misnomer or maybe a sad joke.
Last night, I tried to help my 5 yr old dd with her homework. I lost my patience, shouted at her. My h came storming down the stairs, shouting "you're a rotten teacher! what are you doing?!" Poor dd is having trouble putting more than 2 letters together to sound out a word. Pi, po, pa, pu, etc. fine but add anything more & she's lost. Her teacher says she's falling behind & it's up to me to do something about it. I'm a teacher, yes, but not trained to teach children. Especially not my own.
I loathe my h today. he bullies me. He expects perfection. Cleaning, washing, ironing, caring for dd & ds (terrible two & there has never been a more terrilbe), shopping, cooking & the rest of the usual housewife stuff. Which would be okay if I didn't feel so depressed. I wish I was working out in the world. But I think I'd be pretty rotten at that, too. At the moment. Mothering & housewifing is a thankless task.
Sorry about this whinging. I feel terrible & need to talk. Depressed, I guess.