This might sound ridiculous but I just broke down to tears when my one year old boy hit me on my nose with my handphone. I cried not just because he hit me on my nose, but also because I'm too tired to listen to his constant screams, too stress to calm his tantrums, too exhausted to stay positive eventhough his driving me mad with his untamed behaviour and most probably I'm just too uncomfortable with my bulging belly. I'm 6 months into my pregnancy and I feel HUGE!
I admit that I could never be a supermom. With each child I thought I would be better as a mother. But, hey, I'm struggling each day to cater for their different needs and demands. Each child is just so different from the other. Sometimes I just wonder how I could ever go through another day with three kids and to expect another one is beyond me. Maybe this is my last pregnancy. I need to concentrate on myself and to give full attention to each child. Gosh! I just need my peace!
But on another thought, my life would not be same without them. I'm just so used to having them around that a day without them would be boring and worthless. I love them but I'm also annoyed. What to do?
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