Son#1's impulsive behaviour at school is a cause for concern, so it's back to parent-teacher meetings again.
Somehow (but this might be innate to motherhood?) I feel like we've screwed the kids up.
Our stress, our inability to roll with the punches, our lack of maturity and a confirmed lack of any wisdom whatsoever...
Deep sigh.
You think you've given it your best shot but that might not be enough to ensure that the kids will look back and love their childhoods.
Son#1 and I lay in bed watching Mr Bean DVDs last night, until he finally nodded off at 22h00.
A friend from high school lost her son to Cystic Fibrosis a fortnight ago - a beautiful, talented kid with eyes that laugh.
Count those blessings, Yo.
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