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On being a shouty, imperfect Mummy

On Monday, I was a horrid mother, with a bad temper and a yelling voice all day. By evening, my throat was hoarse, I was knackered, dispirited and ashamed that the only technique I had was to yell louder than the boys.
This evening I watched this video about mums and their children, and cried. I hope, I know, that my boys see the positive in me, see that I love them.

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