Frustrated

I’ve been a little down in the dumps lately. You see I’m torn between writing and keeping house. I want to be a model mom which is a good thing. But I also want to devote all my time to writing.

So what do I achieve? An odd fudge.

Which is why yesterday was a revelation. I got talking with a meditation expert and she told me that moms don’t have to be guilty.”You deserve your own space.”, she said.

I haven’t been able to go out on my own for over two years now since my twins are terribly naughty. I don’t have a nanny since my first experience with one was pretty horrendous. So I manage the babies with my mom(I’m lucky she comes here often).

Abi and Ani are notorious climbers. They climb through the kitchen window and onto the television stand. They say ‘no’ to everything. They fight with each other nearly all the time except when they are in a good mood.

There are times when I’m so patient that I feel like God. There are other times when I lose my cool for no reason at all.

Now they are asleep. Which is why I’m typing all this in the first place.