Julie Jay: I used to be sound, but now I am officially a bad mammy

After a few weeks of being a cranky old wench, I am convinced I am giving even Medea a run for her money in the bad mammy stakes

Every time I go to sit down, I hear either screaming and roaring or 'Mom' from another room. Picture: iStock 

I have concluded that I am a bad mammy. For the last few weeks, I have been as cranky as Elton John on a long-haul flight, stressed out over work commitments and professional rejections, and trying to procure some security for the kids’ futures, so much so that my usually relatively smiley demeanour can no longer be faked.

Just this last weekend, my five-year-old chastised me for getting mad at the toddler. Did I get annoyed? Yes. Was this because my toddler had thrown my phone out through the letterbox into the rain? Also, yes.