On Monday I didn't want to be a mother anymore.
Ok I know I don't get much choice in the matter now, but it was the first time ever that I just didn't want to be anywhere near my kids. They had managed to push me to the final limit.
It was an accumilation of several things that ended with me calling Steve at work and asking him if he was free?
I then told him to meet us downstairs in 10 minutes outside the hospital.
When we arrived, I got out of the car, gave him the keys and told him they were his for 5 minutes, because if I had to speak to them, look at them or listen to them again, then I was going to physically hurt them and then I walked off down the street!
Not sure what he said to them during that time and I really am not bothered, but the rest of the day went ok sort of.
Still wasn't too impressed with them for the rest of the day, but at least I got through it all and I never hurt them.
So far the rest of the week has gone good, but difficult to be bad when they spent the day in daycare yesterday!
What is really nice was that a friend called this morning to see how I was and how yesterday had been with the boys? It was so nice to have someone think about me.
1 comment:
I remember when you were about 3 or a bit more when you almost had a hit over the head with a small pan of milk and it was hot, I stopped at the right moment and tipped it down the sink banging the pan on the taps in frustraion...your brother was about 14 months and it had been a sh..tty day I didn't want to be a Mum anymore also...we are all quite normal and we do have a release button that stops us doing any physical harm at the time...hopefully
love Mum x x x x
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