Son#2 has his first ever own rugby tournament this morning.
He's been up since 6, getting dressed up in his rugby gear.
Son#3 is testing-testing his new-found Boyhood at the Big School.
Pity.
I was so hoping he would stay sweet and loving.
This afternoon we're driving towards the coast to go buy a second-hand bread hook for the bread machine.
We keep ourselves busy.
The May holiday has started, two weeks of togetherness whilst I'm thinking I need some time alone.
Son#1 falls asleep with me every night, the husband depositing him in his own bed later.
But from sun up to sundown, I have kids with me.
Books and solitude.
Sigh.
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