Ok. Bear with me. This is my place to sound off. Right now I cannot stand being a mother. I have let my boys stay up late, having spent the day cooking, cleaning and generally trying to make their lives nice. As they come up to bed all I ask is for them to clean their teeth and get into bed so I can read them a story.
But, no. That is too much to ask. They faff about and I ask several times for them to get into bed. I am starting to get cross and I say that they need to see the warning signs because I am getting cross and if they don't do as they are told I will shout and get angry.
So they just ignore me, over and over again, despite the warnings. And then I blow. I have had enough and I am at the point when I want them in bed. I want them away from me. So now I have a house of crying children who hate me. Apparently I am a horrible mother.
Actually, I am a mother who has given up everything I had to look after them. A good job.My figure. My social life. I stay in every night, alone, in the prime of my life, because I have 2 children and no babysitter. I am sick and tired of them tonight and I wish I was anywhere but here with them. I am so angry I could scream and scream. Sometimes I hate motherhood with a passion. I hate being stuck here by myself. I hate spending my whole life putting them first, and them just treating me like a big pile of nothing.
There. At least this has taken me away from them for 5 minutes to try and calm down.