Today.
OH. MY. GOD.

To all of my children. YES, ALL. It's fudging fricking random because you're all pulling me in different directions.
STOP YOUR SPINNING. STOP SPINNING. YOU ARE BUMPING INTO PEOPLE, CAN'T YOU SEE THAT? JUST STAND IN ONE SPOT. GET IN THE PRAM. LEAVE THE BAG ALONE. LEAVE YOUR BROTHER ALONE. YES, I REALIZE HE IS AWAKE - IT'S BECAUSE YOU WOKE HIM. STOP SPINNING! I SAID STOP SPINNING DAMMIT! DON'T TOUCH THAT. YOU ARE 7 YEARS OLD, YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER! WHY, OH WHY DO YOU NEED TO GO TO TOILET NOW?? WHY NOW?? STOP YOUR COMPLAINING THAT YOU NEVER GET ANYTHING - YOU ALWAYS GET SOMETHING. FOR HEAVENS SAKE, I EVEN BOUGHT YOU SOMETHING TODAY. EVERYONE ALWAYYSSSSSSSS GETS WHAT THEY WANT, DON'T THEY? EXCEPT YOU HEY? IT'S NOT A CONSPIRACY AGAINST YOU, YOU JUST HAVE A SHORT ARSE MEMORY. NO I'M NOT BUYING HER A ROBE/PYJAMAS/JACKET, SHE ALREADY HAS ONE OF EACH. WHY ARE PUTTING IDEAS INTO YOUR SISTERS HEAD??? YOU KNOW SHE WILL TANTRUM! STOP PUSHING THE PRAM, YOU ALMOST TRIPPED THAT MAN OVER. SERIOUSLY, LET GO OF THE PRAM! DON'T RUN DOWN THE ESCALATOR. I ASKED YOU TO STAY NEXT TO ME 50 MILLION TIMES. STOP PULLING ON YOUR BROTHER'S CLOTHES! OH. MY. GOD LEAVE HIM ALONE. NO -- WE CANNOT BUY A PUPPY TODAY. I SAID NO PUPPIES. I DON'T KNOW WHEN WE CAN BUY ONE. I FUDGING ASKED YOU TO STOP SPINNING. STOP YOUR F***KING SPINNING. THAT'S IT, MAMA IS NOT TAKING ANYONE OUT ANYMORE.
**********************ripping my hair out**************************
Today is one of those days where I sorely regret this motherhood thing. Children, aged 7, 5, 3 and 2 months.
To my dear DS: You are only tiny, so I don't want to yell, but please stay in your pram next time. Please don't scream like someone is torturing you. I had to pay the lady before I could pick you up. It was 30 seconds. You are not dying if you're not picked up within 2 seconds of a peep. I really did not need to carry you for 2 hours and push a double pram around. I'm sorry you had to put up with such crap from your siblings today.
To my DH: I hate you. Why do you get to go to work?
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