I came home from work, so exhausted. I just wanted to put my feet up for a minute. Drink my coffee. And then she came into my face and started arguing and making these noises to annoy me on purpose. I told her I needed some space, that my head is exploding, and she wouldn’t let up. I got up and went to the living room. She followed me, with the loud noises. I had to physically push her away from me and lock myself in my bedroom. I just wanted a short nap so I could regain my strength for the evening with the kids. [Single mother of five.] She stood there pounding on the door making the noises as loud as she could. I’m sooooooooo sick and tired of it all.
We’ve all been there. And it’s hard. It’s so hard.
I get up at four to get my six kids to school on time and myself to work [an hour’s drive away]. I come home exhausted to find the place a total pig style- dishes with dried food stuck on it, the counter, the sink, the table- overflowing; their things strewn everywhere, the bathroom smelling like a public urinal [five boys] and then, then, then I hear, “Mom, have you made dinner yet? I’m hungry.” …..And, of course, I’m the last one to go to bed for I’m cleaning up and getting ready for the next day. I’m overwhelmed and exhausted. Angry.
And here our evening begins….