One of those days

Posted Monday 4th March 2013   By Ericka Waller

Today I cried over spilled milk.

It was one of those days. A day where the washing never made it into the machine. A day when I reheated my only cup of tea six times in the microwave and still never got to drink it.

A day where I tripped over, or trod on, the same toy I'd just tidied away over and over again. A day where every drink or snack I made the girls was wrong, worthy only of being thrown on the floor in disgust.

A day when my children forgot that they love one-another. Instead they pulled hair and poked eyes and bit and shrieked until I had to hide in bathroom and bite my own fist.

Today I did not honour my commitments. I did not even brush my hair. I did not send the lunchtime text to my 83-year-old great aunt that I always send each day, filled with cheerful banalities and updates on the weather. Today I had no cheerful banalities and I never made it outside to see the weather.

Today I did not enjoy being a stay-at-home mum. Instead I envied the mums who got dressed up and slammed front-doors, leaving their children and chaos behind for eight hours.

Today I made the milk for bedtime then knocked it all over the kitchen and the floor. My children giggled and called me silly mummy. I sat in the puddle and sobbed.

I know these are not hardships. They are mere fripperies. Even so, I think it's as important to talk about these days as it is to talk about the ones where they take their first steps, or sing a song in the school concert.

So here I am, admitting I had a crap day. Anyone brave enough to share a crap day too? I promise I won't judge.