I’ve always got on better with boys. Most of my best friends were boys while growing up. I appreciate the fun loving side of boys – the total, well, boyishness of boys.
So lately my favourite little boy, my sweet little angel, my wonderful Jim, has become a complete monster. Last week I was convinced that this little guy could not upset me more than he did when I saw the first proper glimpse of a bad attitude. My first glimpse into the teenager ahead. Surely there was nothing that more he could do to test my patience. How wrong I was!!
It’s been a trying couple of weeks. I am not entirely sure, but my theory is that the boy is flexing his muscles and testing his limits. Well the limits have been pushed, I have run out of patience and the gloves are officially off.
However, it is a painful process. After sending him to bed early with no goodnight love, hug or snuggle, I have spent the past 10 minutes in my room in tears. Not that he will ever know that of course – I am a rock! Immovable! Fixed! Tough! Don’t mess with the mum!
Do you remember that annoying saying your parents used to say.. “It’s going to hurt me more than it will hurt you” ?
I finally get it.
Ah no! What did he do?????
Hope you’re doing better now and had an excellent weekend!
xxxxx
Oh Mands, wish i was there to give you big hugs and throw some cats out the window, not easy times my hun, no one ever said that love was
all candy and roses hey but fek if we knew it
would be so hard, you doing the most awsome job and although im not there to see you,know that
your wee friend mel is so very proud of you 🙂
keep that chin up – heres a kiss from me mwa xx