Complaining

Today has been a bad day. I had a bad sleep last night, up from 12am-3am.  So I am tired.  Sacha is fighting with Alice non-stop.  Because the house is so tiny, I feel it needs to be kept pretty clean and tidy but that is running me down.  I can spend an hour cleaning something, turn around and the rest of the house has been trashed. Alice is also crabby, I think it is because her stomach hurts.  She has had a couple blow out diapers in the past couple days. 

Mum came over for a couple hours today so I could have a shower and go grocery shopping but I am still feeling burnt out and overwhelmed.

Sacha does not listen to me at all. It feels worse than it used to be.  I want to set up rules which I don’t think are unfair.  I don’t want toys in my room.  I don’t want food on the new couch.  I don’t want children jumping on the new couch and I don’t want children climbing up into cupboards to get items which have been placed out of reach in the first place.  There is no such thing as child proof in my house because Sacha will find elaborate ways to get into what ever he wants.  Yet, will act as if he can’t put on his shoes with out help.  I think if it were one or the other I would be less annoyed.  It is forced naptime for everyone right now and Sacha has let me know how displeased he is with this arrangement.  He has naps at preschool.  He listens to what his teachers say.  I don’t know what it is about me that makes him not listen.