...to blog at the moment. I am suffering from a nasty cold thing, without the headcold symptoms. I have a chesty cough, sore throat, very little voice, and feel very, very tired. Harumpf!
Ian is coming down with it too.
The weather is cold, very wet, and very windy. Pooh.
Ruth sent me some lovely papers to play with, but I just can't find the oompf at the moment.
I'm dreading the Easter hols - the boys just can't get along at the moment. But if you tell them to stay away from each other, they can't manage that, either. I could scream I really could.
I feel so fed up and miserable - I'm just waiting, all the time, for the next argument, Thomas's next angry fit, and just dreading the holiday in the summer. The boys can't go a day without attempting to kill each other.
I find myself wishing that Thomas had never been born, then feel guilty for thinking that. There are times when I hate him, and times when I just love him. Chris is a moody thing these days - I feel bad that I'm not spending so much time with him, but he just seems so difficult to please these days.
1 comment:
I know exactly how you are feeling, I have times like this too! try and keep your chin up and I sometimes dread them both being off school as I just know home will be a war zone. It helps if we keep them busy!!!! Apparently the best punishment for boys is not verbally telling them off and grounding them etc but to give them manual labour! I know it sounds strange but have them do some weeding, putting the bins out, gardening anything that requires physical exercise/labour.
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