A holiday to recover from this one

I’m exhausted

The thoughts in my head are struggling to make sense.

I can’t hear myself think

As much as I love my children I fed up of being their amusement, cash point, referee.

I thought it was supposed to be easier as they get older?

I admire they dedication in their pursuit to drive me insane.

I’m finding myself saying phrases like “just because” “I don’t want to know” and “give up”.

Where did the grace I started the holidays disappear to?

Like rain tumbling down the drain my patience has slowly left the building.

Ive tried, I’ve drew, I’ve shopped, I’ve played, I’ve listened , i’ve refereed but I’m tired.

The holidays are too long

I need a holiday to recover from this one.

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