Enough is enough

here in the evening, emptied out. here I am, sitting on the carpet, the debris of the day strewn around me like a fox has been at a rubbish bag. the baby squirms and wriggles on the sofa; he is not yet settled. I have not yet washed up, had a cup of tea, had a thought, even, to myself. sometimes it is too much.  a fly buzzes around my head and makes me swear, irrationally.  the cat knocks over my freshly poured glass of water and I chase her out of the room waving a hand at her. after all, enough is enough.