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I am feeling so resentful towards these children this afternoon. I want to be alone in a world of adults, not surrounded by the sounds of whining and petty arguments. Then I feel guilty for getting angry with them, for being impatient. It is certainly not their fault. I have so little time away from them and I am made to pay so steeply for what I do get. There's nothing I can do. I love them with my life, but they are not the full extent of that life. Today I am just wanting space for other things.