Things got slightly better after the kids had their baths and lunches, but just before nap-time Junior J spilled his entire cup of milk all over the sofa. There was milk everywhere, all over Junior J, on me, seeping through the cushions and the sofa itself, a puddle of milk spreading on the floor... so I dashed to get a cloth to wipe everything up. And came back to see baby J (who is allergic to dairy) happily splashing in the puddle of milk. So I had to grab him and wash him down in the tub lest he started rashing up, and thought I could leave him in the tub for a minute to clear the puddle. Which wasn't a good idea because the boy promptly slipped and fell in the tub and started crying. So he ended up being locked in the baby playpen, while crying the whole time, and I tried my best to wipe milk off everything.
I really lost it. I guess it was an accumulation of everything that has happened the past few weeks: Junior J being difficult (they talk about the terrible twos, but the fours can be even more challenging), the onset of terrible twos for baby J, the having to sort out renovation plans, the feeling of living in chaos every single day, the feeling that I can't keep up and can't catch up. I shouted and shouted, then sent the boy to bed without his milk.
So its ironic that its Tuesday and I'm supposed to count my blessings, and encourage you to do so too. I know we're supposed to give thanks in all circumstances, but right now, to be honest, I'm finding it rather hard to do so. I'll just leave you to share yours, and hopefully I'll be in better shape to share mine next week, OK?