I seriously need to get one of those happy supplement thingymajigs, because soon I might be locked up due to PMS. And believe me, its not really my thing.
I had a monumental meltdown this morning that started last night when I realised that I couldn’t remove my nail varnish because the nannies finished the remover, but graciously left me the empty bottle. And found dirty sippy cups in the drawer (clean on the surface inside, but the thingy inside not taken out and washed from last week’s Milo. Yuk)
The one nanny was at the clinic this morning, which means that the live-in takes care of the girls whilst we try to get out of the house with Daniel. It was diabolical to say the least with 3 (screaming) kids attached to my legs whilst hubby disappeared to fark knows where and the nanny was doing the dishes after she came in in a bad mood. Lord knows why this time, she is the moodiest person I have ever laid eyes on, myself included. Ever try to apply liquid eyeliner whilst having your clothes yanked?
So, I just had enough and a nice little hissy fit with hubby and out came all the stuff such as:
I don’t want to work full day, the kids are hysterical every night. I seriously cannot do this anymore.
Don’t be so stingy with money!!
Please try at least to understand how I feel, I might not lament about it constantly, but it doesn’t mean that I don’t think about it a lot.
Thanks for offering to help with the party this weekend – NOT
I am NOT my mother and I don’t want my kids to be latchkey kids, I am responsible for them, more than he is.
So I had a day of self flagellation and analysis after canceling my first client meeting and snikking on the N1 during the usual hour stint and having to re-apply all my make-up.
This evening I was presented with a budget of our expenses, not exactly flowers, but hey. I think he finally gets what I am saying, so I now have the go-ahead to negotiate with my boss about reducing my hours a little. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to pull it off, but then I also have been given the go-ahead to quit if that doesn’t work. It will mean getting rid of the live-in and really tightening our belts and I still would have to find something else to keep me out of trouble, but it is a start.
Wish me luck!
wishing you a much better Wednesday
And who said throwing a tantrum is not going to work? Good on you for putting your foot down. Hubbies do not always realise the strain Mothers are taking, and must be reminded now and again. Hope for a good day today. xx
Making a compromise to save the family and your sanity are well worth it,I went from 12 hour shifts to being a stay at home mom and my whole world changed suddenly you not on the stop watch….you know what I mean, the time constantly ticking in your head.Good luck
Really hope everything works out for you.