Oh dear

Today has turned into one of those days.
Son#1 is over-emotional and argumentative, Son#2 is 4 and therefore by definition feisty, and Son#3 is teething.  In a bad way.
Meanwhile we didn't sleep much, woken by trucks rushing through the town in the wee hours of the morning, Son#2's complaining that his blanket isn't tucked in, and Son#3's early waking with pain and hunger.
Sigh.

Feel like smacking someone today.  
Why aren't there any volunteers??

Life is hard work.


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