My son stood beside the window of my bedroom. He drew some imaginary animals with his fingers before climbing the bed beside me. I immediately knew he had something to say. He has a way of speaking without uttering a word.

“Mummy, you were a little grumpy this morning, yesterday and the day after and some days before then”. He said avoiding a direct gaze.

I thought for a few seconds before replying ” Really?”, pretending I wasn’t aware of that fact. I wasn’t just grumpy, I had been raving mad. Angry about everything. I knew it, but listening to this young man actually called my attention to me.

The Reason Behind My Madness.

As you know, parenting could be hard to fathom out sometimes, but for me, I have been struggling to come to terms with this truth. My children are not toddlers any longer. I expected some level of maturity. I have a teenager, a pre-teen and an eight-year-old. However, the challenges are as tasking as ever.

I stormed to the living room earlier demanding why the cushions were everywhere except where they should be. I was fuming with anger.