Lately I've been struggling with parenting. Babies. Toddlers. Preschoolers. Preschoolers masquerading as teenagers.
Yesterday I went a little crazy and said to Matt, "Today I can not parent."
I realise it's not an option not to parent. You're either on or you're on. You can't opt in for a few days/weeks and then schedule yourself away. Take the batteries out of the kids. Pop the kids back into the cupboard. Take a break. Then take the kids back out and put batteries back in. Resume normal life.
And nor would you want to. But sometimes, things get difficult.
The Doctor has declared he's been having his 'worst day ever' for a number of days. He's throwing 'tude and man, sometimes it really hurts. He doesn't want to go to pre-school. Doesn't want to tidy up. He just wants to Lego the afternoon/night away. And then he realises he's way too tired, he crumbles and my (big) baby boy cries in my arms. This is not the stuff of pretty pictures and child-rearing tomes.
We're dedicating time with the Doctor. One on one time that each of us adore. This afternoon Matt and the Doctor have gone to check out the skatepark and get a bit rad.
I need to get back into my parenting books for all those great tips and tricks which are difficult to see when you're in the thick of it. I need a periscope to look through, see where we're headed.
Anyway, keeping things light is Tiny. Who out of the blue declares: "You're poo Mum." And then laughs. Excellent to keep the ego in check.
On another side of things... Does anyone have any ace places that Matt and I should head to to celebrate our wedding anniversary in a few months? Anything that's not going to cost a bomb will be thoughtfully considered!
PS - image is of the Doctor. He's in the midst of a rumbling. Laughing. Not crying. Phew.