Some days I would be better off talking to a brick wall.

I bashed this one out last night. Ahhh, whinging - It can be so therapuedic!

Today was a lousy day.

Seems I would have been better off spending it talking to this brick wall instead of my children.



Yeah, it ain't pretty.

The original plan was to take the kid's to the pools with my Ma but neither of us much felt it that and I brought the kidlets home, tucked one up in bed for his nap and turned on the sprinkler for the other to frolic under and persuade her to shut her bloody cakehole for 5 minutes!

As the afternoon wore on, I found myself getting more and more tired. Generally speaking, a nap is a big no-go for me now as I just don't seem to be able to get to sleep afterwards of a night - but yesterday, much to my horror, I found myself falling asleep while watching The Chipmunks for the 593689th time. I know, right? Who in their right mind would fall asleep watching such an epic masterpiece? *Face palm*

In the end, I only napped on the lounge for 20 minutes. 20 goddamn minutes, and awake to absolute chaos. My babies, bless their little bastard souls, love to raid the cupboards when I'm not within earshot. 20 minutes was ample time for them to hollow out the inside of one of those big-ass bread sticks, and scatter the crumbs EVERYWHERE. 20 minutes was ample time for them to eat 3 LeSnacks between them, and wipe the leftover godawful-smelling-imitation-cheese all over the loungeroom floor. 20 minutes was ample time for them to also take a bite out of each apple in the fridge, discard in the sink and then help themselves to a paddle pop. Thank god the Boy was thoughtful enough to blow into a whistle right next to my ear or god knows what mess they would have made next.

To say I woke up in a bad mood would have been an understatement. I sent them packing to their room for abit of time out and swept and mopped and cursed myself for being so stupid as to fall asleep while two preschoolers are on the prowl. I mean, we all know preschoolers are terrorists in a Dora or Wiggles t-shirt! You can bet your sweet ass they didn't stay in their room long either before they 'forgot' they were in time out and came wandering out, asking why was I mopping the floor. Deep. Breaths. Holly.

The rest of the evening has basically consisted of me talking, no one listening with a fight breaking out every 15 minutes to mix it up abit. Dear sweet lord, I am so sick of the sound of my own voice. It iss now 7:30pm and we are in the final stretch before bedtime. I feel like I am running on empty and though I love my little people dearly, I can not wait to see the ass end of them tonight!

Tomorrow, I am vowing to save myself abit of heartache and just talk to the brick wall. If shit gets particularly bad and I find myself thinking it's all too hard, I am going to stop and ask myself "What would Mrs Brady do?" SNORT.