So done

This has not been a great evening. I see now this started building earlier in the day, about 1 p.m.

I had dozed off, and hardly been asleep for 20 minutes when my son said he wanted me to get him something.

Not long after I picked my daughter up from school, I settled in on the couch with a book.  I started getting drowsy. I thought, "I may just take a little nap." No sooner had this thought crossed my mind, than my children started playing a little game I like to call "Mommy, Get Me."

"Mommy? Can you fix me some tea?" my daughter asked.
"Mommy? Can you make some lemonade?" asked my son.

So it began. No sooner than I would hit that drowsy point, one of them HAD to have something. Right now. Help loading a movie. Help in the bathroom. Help with a snack. Didn't matter that I would soon make dinner, they had to have those friggin' snacks RIGHT NOW.

And if it wasn't a child interrupting me, it was the phone.

After about an hour and a half of this, I gave up. But they didn't.

My daughter was bitten by an insect and needed my assistance.  My son HAD to tell me a 10 minute convuluted story that had no point.

They were sufficiently snacked up and distracted, so I fixed a plate of leftovers. However, I was caught in the act and my son demanded one too.

I sit down to eat, and then my daughter ever-so-conviently comes in the kitchen, and asks for a plate too. AFTER I'd already put everything away. At some point, I just gave up, and left my dinner to get cold on the table.

I'm just so done. I want time to myself. I'm so sick of picking up their messes, walking behind them and straightening up whatever they've deigned themselves to mess up. Couch cushions, cups in the living room. I just want them to go to bed and leave me alone.

I want to take a drive. By myself. I want to leave them here with someone and just go for a while. But I can't.

I'm angry, grouchy, put-upon and resentful. This is one of those days I have ceased finding things to be a blessing, and more of a bother.

Who are these kids and why are they calling me mom? And why the fuck can't they do anything for themselves?