I had one of those afternoons yesterday, where I took the kids to the forest festival in the park (very cool. Good music, chocolate brownie tent, lots of arts and crafts and juggling and tree-related activities for the kids to do and it's a central meeting point for Swindon's alternative community.) In this time, DS1 decided to be himself, get on with stuff and go and try everything available. DD was on a mission to dig molehills, and DS2 was whingy, twisty, and feeling shy
: Does everyone else have one kid that they find harder work than the others, or am I just a really bad parent?
Anyhow, we got ourselves sorted to go home and I realised I had no battery on my mobile to call for a lift, so I rang DH from a payphone: and whilst doing this, one boy decided to start a game of tag, with his sister, whilst only six foot from the road
: :steamcomingoutofears So not cool.
I dunno. Either I'm the worst mother in the world and all my kids should be taken off me and I should be spayed, or else there is something genuinely off balance with that child that makes him act like this. It just feels like I've spent the last seven years dealing with one incongruous action or irrational/ inappropriate need after another, and I want a break