Most days, Scott sends me an email or text message, just to see how the day is going. Invariably, he will also ask how are the boys? And most days, I reply with something like... hectic, but good. Today however, my response went something like this... They're breaking me down and crushing my spirit. Today, that is honestly how I felt. For a fair proportion of the day, I floundered. Drowning beneath a deluge of screaming, crying, cleaning, arguing, shouting, flouncing, cleaning, sulking, tantruming, back chatting, nursing, comforting, cleaning and putting out fires all over the place, to prevent further chaos. Just one of 'those' days all Mama's go through, from time to time.
Angus received a belated birthday present over the weekend from his lovely aunty and uncle. It has been an absolute hit with both boys. And I have to admit, it's been a bit of a saviour for me too, being a toy they can share. Because as often as they are bickering and squabbling, there are plenty of moments when they are amicable and friendly and totally adorable with each other. I took some candids last night to illustrate for my sister-in-law how much fun the boys were having with her thoughtful gift. So today, I have referred back to them on more than a few occasions, to remind me that in fact I do have a pair of charming little boys, underneath it all.