AKA: “I love my kids but if they touch me one more time I will lose my shit.”
This is the sweaty, sensory, nervous-system-done zone.
The place for the mums who hit their limit before breakfast, school holidays are some kind of fresh hell, who flinch when someone yells “Muuuuuummm!”, and who sometimes need to scream into a pillow because the emotional load is heavier than the bloody laundry basket.
Here we name it, normalise it, and talk about the stuff no one warns you about — with humour, honesty, and a few well-timed “FFS”.