Today two of my kids sustained minor head injuries, leaving them with massive purple bumps covering their entire foreheads.
Meanwhile the news is filled with a disappearance of a gorgeous little girl in Wales who is now presumed dead.
How precious life is - and how we take it for granted.
My kids make a lot of noise, especially when they're injured.
And sometimes I roll my eyes at their screaming, trying to distract them when I can't soothe their pain, hoping their hollering will stop so I can keep going.
And today, I've kept going, with a ton of things to get done and dinner to cook for 8 people.
But now I need to stop. My head is full of the pain of others and I need to mind myself too.
Why do we fill our lives with so much, carrying on because we feel we have to, and not giving the kids what they want? Our full attention and love?
I'm feeling guilty because I shouted at my eldest boy this morning when I told him NOT to pour from a freshly opened 2 litre of milk. He didn't listen and spilled it all over the floor. A swimming pool of milk covered my entire kitchen. I shouted, he cried, massive clean up job at 8.30am. Bad mummy.
Yes I know, there's no point in crying over spilled milk. But we did!
I don't know what the answer is, but I know that right now, I need to switch off the laptop and go and sit with my kids and give them all big cuddles.
They've all had emotional days - and I'm feeling quite frazzled too.
