My men

I am writing this post at the end of a long weekend. The weather has been glorious! Absolutely. The weekend has been full on and eventful, but I am grumpy and over it... the kids are being demanding, they are fighting, they are getting on my nerves, so here I am trying to distance myself from them while the dinner is just finishing off.

My head may cave in from the onslaught. And so... I look at this funny picture of my boys and smile when I look at them, and try and remember that they are just KIDS. Kids, kids, kids, little people who have tiny little voices when they call me on the telephone, kids who are only 10 and 8 years old, kids who love lollies and icy pops, kids who can never keep still and wriggle and jiggle on the gym ball all day. They are kids... they will dob, they will taunt, they will tease, they will hound, they will interrupt, they will treat me with ignore etc etc etc.

My job is to teach them and guide them through these years, so that they don't do all those things! Can I make it... Oh boy oh boy oh boy!