Out of the mouths of babes!

The kiddo finally did what I couldn't - ticked off the DH over his impatience and his tendency to get irritated over nothing. He's always looking irritated (the DH, that is, not the offspring.)

DH very often stomps around the house (really, audibly stomps) staring straight ahead, giving off toxic vibes. All because...um...he didn't like what was made at breakfast, because breakfast was cold because he had it at 11 am (on a weekend) or because the child in the house spoke while DH was having his morning cup of tea or because he remembered something awful, because I dared to open my mouth and disagree with him, or because he slept less than his 9.5 hours a night (12-14 on weekends + 2-hour siestas), or... well, you get the detailed watercolor!

So this morning, the kid said something innocuous and immediately, the nostrils flared, the eyes squinted and only the flames didn't come out. So Munchkin piped up: "Why do always you get so irriated? You're always looking irritated or angry!"

Out of the mouths of babes, what?

Tenth time lucky?

I've lost track of the number of times I've signed in to update this blog but have had to give up because either the DH wanted something or the offspring was throwing a tantrum. Or I just couldn't get the words out.

It's been a real stressful time, balancing work, falling sick, coping with the exhaustion of the trip, temper tantrums, attitude problems and the offspring's cryo (the swelling was soooo much this time, it was s.c.a.r.y.)

I've also had it up to here with their tantrums. No matter what I make (even their faves) they don't want to eat it that day. I work full-time, pack them wholesome lunches but dinners and weekends are a nightmare. I have no time for myself. DH often leaves for work late and comes home early but I don't have that kind of a cushy job.

I want some time for myself else I'll implode.