The Mum Caked In Crap

A child, older or newer rocks a relationship. To hell with it, kids make relationships hard, I'll say it, I'm not scared. In many ways I'll thank my daughter and my son, for making my relationship with my partner solid. Our children are the foundation to our lives. They are the two missing pieces of our puzzle. Sometimes though, it's a struggle. To even be in the same room as my Man. We'll compete about who got the most sleep, or lack of. We'll argue over irrelevant crap that means nothing. Some days bring tears, and silent screams in my head, and other days I curse at him whilst he's in another room. Some days it's a gigantic hurricane, which turns into a twister, which spirals out of control, because he might of got to go out for an hour, and I didn't. We soon settle the hurricane, and there is barely a breeze. I sometimes feel like we can't make a commitment to eachother, and I feel like an evil villan who 'stole date night'...