It started early in the morning, the boys were fighting over their socks and to make sure he wins the battle the younger one made a very creepy yelp that really got to me, because of their fight, they almost missed their school bus and I had to literally carry them to the bus while the younger one was flinging around his legs in defiance.
I got back inside to meet a million and one things that has to be done in the house, the big pile of laundry, the sink full of plates, the flunged clothes here and there and the living room that was looking like hell just broke lose there, I had to resist the urge to scream.
Hubby always leave the house around 6 0'clock every morning and so he's spared of all these trouble I go through, I said in my head as I looked around tiredly and wondered where to start from.
By the time I was done with the cleaning and cooking it was already 2 0'clock, I remembered I have to get some things from the market before going to pick up the kids in school, I entered the market and shopping for things at that time was so frustrating, there were so many people and we were bumping into each other, everything was costly and at the slightest provocation those market women will start giving you names your mother didn't name you, plus the sun beat mercilessly at my head, I was thirsty, hot, tired and frustrated.
By the time I drove to the children's school in the evening traffic, my tolerance level was zero, again the kids started arguing, at first I acted like I didn't hear what they were saying, it was like I tuned out, but Dotun my first born had to find my trouble by nudging me, again I answered him calmly, praying to myself as I drove that God should give me patience not to burst and beat these little ones to pulp.
When we got home, I gave them lunch and ordered them to go into their rooms, I repeated it again this time around yelling, even before they could turn their back grumbling, I grabbed the two of them and beat them as if there's no tomorrow.
Their father got home to meet two crying and wounded children (one had a swollen face) knowing I've never laid my hands on any of them and that I believe in talking to them calmly, he had to tread with care since he knew not what could have pushed me that far.
He quietened them and made the mistake of asking me what happened, wrong move! I burst into laughter before complaining about having to do everything myself, not having help, him not being of help and his little rats frustrating my life and then bursting into tears.
He just wasn't sure of how to deal, one minute I was laughing, the next I was complaining bitterly and now I'm crying, he held me as I sobbed into his clothes about how emotionally tired I am. I then left the house and drove around aimlessly until I stopped at a point, took a deep breath then went back home.
That was when hubby had the liver to ask me what was wrong, what drug did I use and what did I eat as if I was reacting to something, very funny.
How do I make him understand that dealing with the kids and doing everything all alone is enough to drive someone crazy? I didn't so he actually thought I went crazy for a day. We all need a break from those children once in a while if not, one is bound to go crazy.
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