Yes. The day is almost upon us. From Sunday onwards the house will be inhabited with THREE teenagers. THREE!!
It's hard to imagine that only a few years ago (well, thirteen actually) a lovely older lady spoke to me in the park in Marlow. Chloe was newborn in her pram and Harry was a terrible two year old running about with his older 4 and half year old brother chasing after him. Her words were, and I quote "You've got your hands full there love". At the time I brushed this aside. Eldest Son was quiet and well behaved and reasonably civilised. Younger Son was a bit of handful then, but he was only two and his position as the youngest child had been usurped by a creature in a pram. I thought I was invincible.
In a way, those were the easy years. Teenagers with all their demands are far more needy and tiring and annoying.
And as for Not So Absent Husband. Well, having him at home is like having a fourth teenager.
Need I say more?
I love them really....
Vanessa x
Missing socks and a whole pile of washing. Oh, and a bit of writing in the middle. Why is that there is always one odd sock in the wash? What can one small mother of three children; a mad dog and a forever absent husband do when the washing pile gets bigger than her? Will she ever get that novel written when she is constantly distracted by the ping of the washing machine. Read on to find out....
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