Knackered

I really, really want to be a good mammy but the kids are killing me.  I feel like they are determined to put me around the twist.  There are only so many times I can say .............any one of the following things:

• Put your schoolbag away.
• Don't leave your schoolbag at the front door the minute you pass through it because I follow you guys in and never look where I am going and inevitably go on my BLOODY snot.
• Put your shoes away . .. due to above.  
• Turn the TV down.
• TURN THE BLOODY TELLY DOWN!!!!!
• Why do you only EVER get yourself a knife and fork??? 
• Dirty clothes IN the basket.
• No food outside the kitchen.
• How many cups do you need?
• Feed the dog.
• Walk the dog.
• Feed the tortoise.
• And the lizard.
• If you use the last of the loo roll REPLACE it.
• Don't piss on the toilet seat.
• .... or the floor.
• Clear up after you make yet ANOTHER sambo.
• DON'T EAT MY BLOODY ICE POP.
• WHERE IS MY BLOODY ICE POP?????

I feel like the worse mammy in the world because every time a kid crosses my line of vision he reminds me of, well, any of the above.

Shits.