Just a little love

Son#2 is Satan.

And so am I, because I can't seem to keep my temper in check when he is being Satan.

Sigh.

I think we haven't slept properly now for about 3 weeks.

Lots of stressed things for the boys (Son#1's swimming exam), trip to Amsterdam that tired the boys out, waking, waking, waking at night.

Meanwhile the laundry is overtaking the kitchen and our bedroom.

I now understand what my Personal Organizer-friend said:  

Don't buy more baskets, you'll just stuff more stuff into them.

True as can be.

I don't need better storage solutions, I need less stuff.

But.

Dear Reader:

I vow to be kind and patient for the rest of the day.

And take Son#3 for a cheap breakfast

(wishing my parents were with us).

Just a little love.

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