I have reached that point.
You know, where you feel as though you may spontaneously combust, or at the very least lay in a tantying, weeping heap on the floor, if you are forced to be civil in a parental sort of way again in the near future.
It doesn’t help that I have been typing this with one hand whilst Grub is asleep on my chest. I have been trying to get her to stay asleep since 7pm, it is now 10.18pm and she JUST went. This has not been relaxing.
Because I am terribly clever, I decided to rearrange our room so that we can fit a cot in it in temperatures of over 40 degrees. Also, pelvis. Clever. Beefcake did all of the lifting and shifting but it nevertheless appears that I have done something to sabotage the fragile truce between my muscles and my skeleton.
The real reason for my mood is the older two children who, despite being fully aware of my pelvis difficulties, whinged and moaned at every request for assistance today. Rhubarb in particular was being very trying. It seems he really is 13 now and is determined to flaunt his teenage moods at every opportunity. Everything I said today was met with either a sigh or an infuriating circular argument of the kind that teenagers carry out best. At one point I asked him if he could recommend a topic, which we could agree on, so that we could talk about that. I think he said something sarcastic and dismissive. I have blocked it out.
The thing is, he is ordinarily great company. I enjoy spending time with him. When he has days like this it makes me want to tear my hair out.
Poss had a similarly disagreeable day. Instead of the rude remarks, she prefers to moan and moan and moan and, well you get it. I have never been more relieved to have them all in bed.
The annoying thing about it is that, as children, they have an expectation that you will remain civil and loving to them. Forgiving them all their little behavioural episodes and carrying on without holding a grudge. I don’t usually have a problem with this, after all, that’s kind of my job, but just then, when Rhubarb brought his guitar out to show me some riff he just mastered. I had to fight the urge to ram it down his throat.