there are days...

In response to Ms Moon's comment: Ha. Well. There are days... `


I don't mean to post this as any sort of disrespect to or rejection of my amazing children, who are gifts to me.

But when you're mired down in cleaning poo and wee up, and throwing away the food that's been bought, cooked and rejected, and you're separating screaming siblings half the day, and getting verballly abused... well, the reality of parenting can seem so divorced from the starry eyed ideals of the broody teen I once was :)

And it's hard to see the bigger picture of the work that we do from the view down the small end of the telescope into the minutae of everyday home life with young children.

Yes.

I was talking to my 92 year old granny about it the other day, about how nice a lie in or a weekend away would be, and she just shook her head and laughed, and said, 'and we feel so sorry for people who don't have children. So sorry!'