Back to normal

Okay, so we're back from the UK for a whole 3 days now and it's about time I caught up with posting.

Had a major breakdown on Monday when I lost it with the kids over their playroom.  It's a lovely room, filled with lovely toys.  Lovely sodding toys that I now appear to spend half my bloody day picking up.  I was having the kitchen looked over by the HSE on Tuesday and even though they were only interested in the kitchen I thought it best if the whole house was spotless.  Y'know, the way it is in real, everyday life.  

I pulled out their sofa and a tonne of toy cars, biscuits, markers and enough bloody Lego to build a castle fell out. I lost it.  No.  I'm not proud.  Not in the least.  I roared at them.  I roared and told them that if they didn't start looking  after their toys and picking them up I was going to pick them up and give them away to some children who have nothing.  I looked around and said "I'm going to give away the Lego, the x-box, the colouring books and . . . RIZZO and RAFFY'.  I was on flying form.  I threatened my two youngest with getting rid of their absolute favourite teddy.  Each.  # 3 got so upset he cried until he had a headache.  

Then I got a headache from stressing out my lovely, if untidy, little boys.  Buggery duck.  

Apologised later and promised I would never, ever throw out Rizzo or Raffy but I bloody would throw out the Lego.  

I am officially the world's worst mother.