The mother has problems with this.
Firstly, I happen to think it's lovely being alone with Son#3, and secondly, I'll just come out and say it: I want Son#3 to stay small and live with me forever.
I'd also like to avoid him reaching his terrible toddler years where I might develop nasty thoughts in reaction to bad behaviour like I did with Son#1 and Son#2.
Don't leave me, bunny! (Needyneedyneedy)
Son#2 woke at 4h30 this morning, and we've been in and out of bed ever since.
No-one really slept again after that.
Son#1 feels the need to come and report Son#2's naughty behaviour and litany of swear words, so inbetween bouts of Son#2 making his entrance and insisting on 'telling us something', we had Kiddie Cop#1 also interrupting much-needed rest.
Sigh.
Now it's Saturday and our weekend lies ahead.
There is a Jazz festival in Breda this weekend and the husband is going with friends.
Wish I could also escape.
Luckily my friend Elma is coming to see the new house and the boys are excited - new friends and chicks to impress.
The husband and I went to the movies last night - MarthaMarcyMayMarlene - and it was riveting.
The husband and I are quiet. Stressed and quiet.
Other than that, I'm nursing my wounds and going to give myself a leg massage in a minute:
I trimmed all the hedges yesterday, and I've been paying for this all through the night and still do...
Have a great weekend!
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