I feel like quitting, despite Wednesdays being the day the kids are in their various ‘educational’ institutions the longest. The last 3 hours, dropping M off to Quran class, and shopping and finally involving the car journey home have been my test of sabr today. Guess what? I failed.
It’s been like the book ‘how to fail your exams’ or Libby Purves’ ‘How not to be a perfect mother’, mine should be entitled: ‘How not bring up your kids when you are irritable and tired and they’re in the mood for mischief’’. Not so snappy but gives the general idea..
All the usual slip-ups a parent can make were done. Issuing unfufillable threats, yelling at the top of my voice, 2 emergency stops, saying ‘You’re doing my head in’ If DH were around I expect the oft-repeated ‘Take them away, take them to Pakistan’ would have been wailed.
I tried ignoring in the end but the damage had already been done.
Quitting, however is not an option, the resignation letter in my head will have to be permanently saved under ‘drafts’.
Have had a cup of Lipton, prayed and writing this has somewhat calmed me down. Kids are now bouncing on trampoline, rather boisterously but they are boys. Lil’ sister watches on whilst eating various playthings she’s happened upon.
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