By NICOLE MADIGAN
Last week I had one of those days.
Our house is for sale and the phone was ringing hot one morning while I was trying to get the kids organised for school and kindy, as well as care for my 9-month-old baby.
Without boring you with the details, things weren’t going to plan on the house front, requiring multiple phone calls, mostly unpleasant.
Meanwhile, the kids wanted breakfast and the baby needed changing.
I needed everyone to be quiet so I could talk. And think.
I finally escaped the phone and promptly told off the kids for daring to complain of hunger as I tried to get the school, kindy and nappy bags packed.
As I nagged everyone to hurry up and eat I felt like the nastiest mum on Earth – but I was stressed about the house, and we were about to run late.
Shoving everyone out the door, I sniffed. Bubba girl’s nappy still needed changing which I hastily dealt with and we headed for the car.
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As I drove, I felt the guilt and stress combine, transforming into that familiar feeling of anxiety that creeps in whenever life seems particularly overwhelming.
And to top it off, after walking the tribe to the classroom to drop my eldest off, he casually reminded me it was swimming day.