I sound like a very ungrateful mother and I'll tell you what, at the moment, and for the last little while, I've been an angry mummy. I've been feeling like I am enduring parenting. Life. Not enjoying, not savouring, not loving. I am just getting by.
But still, I cannot and I should not scream at my kids. I don't do it often, but when I do, it scares them. It teaches them that screaming when you're angry is OK. It tells them that asking questions can make people angry, and don't I want my kids to be inquisitive and eager to learn?
I have realised I have a very low threshold of patience when it comes to the incessant questioning that my kids direct at me. I don't cope well with them both talking to me at once, asking me to do several things at once, expecting me to be in two places at once. I get flustered and upset, I feel resentful.
I regret each and every time I scream at my kids.
Walk away. Take a breath. Ask for help.