It's Monday at 9:30, and I have already reached a point of mingled despair and claustrophobia. Miriam was awake from 9-10:30 last night, poor sleep after that, Thomas horrible all day yesterday, not much cleaning last night so the house is still wrecked this morning. The girls have been crying alternately since they got up.
I have had a shower, and that's good.
I feel like I'm drowning in quicksand- not enough energy to make things better, not enough hands to do everything that needs doing, never any time to do anything I was to do, because the chore list is never, ever complete. I did a lot of walking around crying on the weekend, when I was alone.