Maybe I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, but I just seem to have a very short tether for being a mummy today. It just DOESN'T END. I am sick of waking up tired far too early, every morning. I am sick of having to go to bed so early I feel like a school child to try to avoid said tired waking. I am sick of constantly, constantly, constantly cleaning up. I am sick of all of my stuff being thrown around the house. I am sick of sharing my food, my drink, my toothbrush for goodness sake! I am sick of being crawled over ALL THE TIME. I am sick of reading the same book for the 20th time while the house remains a pigsty. I am sick of trying to do everything one handed while I carry a heavy, squirming toddler. I am sick of being patient and understanding trying to get my DS to sit and eat. Sick, sick, sick of it.

I really need a break- a whole weekend for just DH and I would be so, so, so nice. But its just not possible, we just don't have anyone who can do that for us.

I do try to take little breaks (a few hours here and there), but it just seems like its not enough atm, like I need something longer and bigger, and there is just no hope of it.

I'm just having one of those days- and its only 7:45am!!!

Thanks for letting me rant!