Martha in the kitchen
This afternoon I shouted so loudly and aggressively at my warring children that I literally thought I was having a heart attack. The build up to the explosion reads like a normal day in the life of a full time working mother who is trying to get a million things done in her holidays because she doesn’t have any time to do them when she’s working. The highlights package includes a night of bed swapping for the entire family. A lengthy shopping trip with both children. The excursion’s aim was to buy everything we need for our upcoming camping holiday. And yes, I ended up buying a Hotwheels car and over priced kiwis. I made lunch, which Eva refused. I gave her yoghurt which she spilled all over herself. We had several bouts of hysteria based on puzzles, car tracks, dummy usage and cracker bread. I then tried to rest and Eva knocked on my door on five separate occasions. They then went outside to the trampoline directly outside my bedroom and despite a severe warning continued ...