Ok so here goes. I get seriously stressed out by my house, the kids, everything. The housework just feels like it never ends. The kids never seem to behave. Today the hoover broke n I swear I almost threw it out the window. It just feels like everything is spiralling everyday. I live for bedtime when the kids are asleep n I can just sit in silence. I feel like my life is shit compared to others. I am always paranoid that I am being judged on my house, my kids. It just seems am never happy with what I have. I never live in the moment. I’m always looking at it from what other ppl will be thinking. Apologies for the barrage but it actually feels better to have got it out in the open.