Right now, I’m struggling. Life is a long round of cooking, cleaning and poo. I’m so fed up of all the poo. I manage to keep on top of the day to day housework but some days its a nightmare and between a toddler that wants me to play trains all day, a baby that won’t let me leave the room and a house that needs looking after, I’m run off my feet. Add in all the decluttering I’m trying to do so I can stop playing catchup cleaning a house where there isn’t a place for everything and I don’t know how to fit it all in. Then I’m trying to sort out stupid benefits and do my childminding course and prepare for that. Basically I’m chasing my own tail and its driving me up the wall, to the extent where, this afternoon, I’ve had a huge shout at Rowan and burst into tears
Poor boy should not have to deal with my problems. Problem is that I don’t seem to be able to at times.
If anyone wants to take my children away for a day so I can blitz the house and then collapse, I would be extremely grateful. I’ve asked for help but I need more. I need a real break, a proper break. I need to not have to drop my 2 hours at the gym in order to try to clean the house. I can’t do it all right now and I will NOT put this on my children. I can’t do that to them when I know how it feels to bear the brunt of your Mother’s problems. I need to get on top of the house, my paperwork and some relaxation time. I need it to be the Mummy I can be. If I don’t get the help I’ll soldier on – I have to – but it is really really hard.