Slanging matches with kids, not very adult is it but for me slanging matches are featuring heavily this Summer holiday. Life with boys as one might expect has become considerably harder. Boy dog has taken to waking up in the night and barking demands if I have the audacity to insist that he sleeps in his crate. As for the boys, there are no words yet there are many.
Whenever they are asked to go somewhere where they rather not or whenever they want to go somewhere and I am a bit hesitant, in other words most outings, I am inevitably asked how long we are going to be or how long it will be until we go. My answer is “how longs a piece of string”. Today my smart arsed older boy informed me that the average length of string is 74cm. This didn’t really help.
Every outing involves intense negotiation, unless it is an outing which features the boys of course. The boys’ knee jerk reaction to any suggestion is no. First words in the morning are “I’m not going out today”. What a positive start to any day, on the plus side, its got to get better.
How I wish I could share some wisdom and positive vibes. Hang on, I’ve just thought of one “I will survive” and you will too. There are only two and a half weeks of the Summer holidays left. The boys are much better behaved at school, there you go there’s another positive. If that wasn’t the case, I would be home schooling. On that note onwards and upwards