Moments of madness

Today I had what I call a "never again" moment with Ari - when things just get so incredibly hard you think "never am I having another child!".
Ari was in his high chair and he had sent an entire cup of milk flying across the kitchen floor. Not only had it created a beautiful white arc on the floor, but he'd managed to get milk on every bit of the kitchen.
Trying desperately to mop up the mess and warm Ari's soup, the little blighter decided he didn't want soup at all. He sat in his high chair and cried. At one point I actually thought "if we have another child, Rob can stay home". It's hard to be happy about being a stay at home mum when you genuinely feel like crying over...spilt milk.
Of course, these moments pass and it's usually all fine in a matter of minutes. Ari did eventually eat his soup, the mess is gone and all is well. But these moments of madness do illustrate what a genuinely crappy job being a parent is sometimes.