All morning I've been muttering to myself. I cannot cope. I cannot cope. This is doing my head in.
I was trying to get DS1 arms in his jumper and his hand was stuck, DS2 was crying his head off. I just sort of went a bit crazy and started punching the bed, realised I was doing this infront of DS's and all I could do to stop was curl in a ball and put my face in my hands, I probably stayed there about a minute and I was convinced that I had finally lost it.
I pulled myself together and when I looked up DS1 was looking at me really worried showing me his hand was finally through the sleeve. I feel terrible and guilty.
This isn't normal is it?