I've name changed.
It's only half 8, I've been up for just half an hour and I've already yelled at the kids and I'm now locked in my room crying.
I can't cope anymore.
They are driving me to depression.
I yelled at them about a fucking yoghurt. My 7yr old took his 3yr old sister's from her because his had a plastic spoon. She then cried, I told him nicely (I always start off nicely) that that one was hers. He then cried because he didnmt want a baby spoon. He fucking cried over a plastic fucking spoon. I flipped. I yelled at him and belittled him for crying over a spoon.
I then went to my room to do a job, couldn't get the drawer open. Hit it because it wouldn't open and then just sat there crying.
My 7yr old is in his room playing and sulking, my 3yr old is crying outside my bedroom door. I don't want to open it. I know I'll just be cross.
I can't cope anymore. I never have fun with them, I yell at then every day, I belittle my 7yr old. If he hates me then I don't blame him. I'm miserable & impatient. The only time we do have fun is when we're outside with friends.
My dh works away. He is back next week. I'm on my own until then, no family close by. We moved away from family & friends 2yrs ago. I think that's half my problem, I want to move back but we can't.
I'm tempted to walk out as soon as he walks in next week.
I hate how I am to my 7yr old. He's so lovely and sensitive & I'm horrible to him.