Each and every day I feel as though my kids push me over the edge. The breaking point comes at 8:30 a.m. instead of 8:30 p.m. The crying and whining is constant. Never is there peace unless I am holding someone. I just need quite and to not be touched during the quite. That is not possible. All of my girls want on my lap every second of every day. I can't make lunch without everyone falling apart (well not everyone, Savannah is still pretty much perfection) and forget dinner.
It is a just plain survival which isn't a lot of fun. I am sucked dry of patience and feel as though the twins should be off and playing on their own, giving me space. Instead they are crying or whining my name for help, or because they want up - again being held. While one stands at the door hitting and it and crying because we just came in from the outdoors, the other is screaming to be held or to have something she knows she can't. It would be fine if this happened two or three times a day but it happems so much that I feel there is little room for positive interaction.
After a really hard week - my week is somewhat over because Daddy will be home tomorrow, I am desperately searching for ways to make these girls the light of my day and not the end of my rope.
