I am totally and utterly exhausted. This afternoon, when we got home from a fun but busy outing, I curled up on the couch with a cup of tea and a sinful slab of caramel slice and enjoyed a moment (albeit brief) of relative peace and quiet.
How can four children be so draining? Surely, a grown mature (!?) woman like myself can handle a day of the constant demands and shenanigans of a handful of kids? I'm in charge....I'm in control.......therefore I should easily manage any situation thrown at me.
So I chased Miss Tornado Two endlessly, I constantly reminded Mr 5 to stay out of trouble, Miss 8 asked for things on a continuous basis and Mr 10 was in a bit of a 'mood'.
By the end of the day I was shattered. Hubby was busy at work, so it was all up to me ( and my friends who stepped in when I needed it - thanks!)
Usually, I'm not so perturbed. Usually, I take it all in my stride, but sometimes the constant demands get to me.....and I want a little time to myself...or to sit in chat without an interruption....or to go to the loo without a visitor.....or to sleep at night without a little body wrapped around me.
They're lovely....really they are, but today I'm worn out....like an old pair of shoes.
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