It’s the end of a long weekend.
I wish I could say that I’ve enjoyed every minute. We’ve been busy… or rather I have. I’ve had 3 photoshoots, one of which was the whole of yesterday morning at barmitzvah.
Many photoshoots on a weekend means that the kids are at home for a long time. And they generally play games. They rarely play outside.
And they fight. And argue. And now they kick and punch each other too.
So by the time I get home, it’s mayhem. And the dogs need walking or running too, and then it’s cooking and cleaning and bathing and bedtime.
This weekend was particularly bad because Bradley was in a foul mood because I forgot about his soccer. He’s been looking forward to a soccer clinic run by Matthew Booth and some of the Bafana players for weeks. It was on Saturday morning. I remembered at 11:30am… 30 minutes before it ended!! I’ve never felt so guilty in my life. Bradley was distraught. And he’s been completely unplayable since then.
After the barmitzvah yesterday, the family came over for wine and cheese and biscuits. And Erin was there too.
I wish I could say that they tired each other out. But Erin was ill, and Connor was tired from being up late… so they all just stared at each other and watched TV.
And the boys argued.
My boys were completely wild.
In fact, Connor was so bad… by this I mean running, and screaming and shouting and acting like a complete hooligan, that eventually Andrew (who is 10), asked what he’d eaten for breakfast!
The boys were so wild, that playing a decent game was impossible. They eventually all cheated their way around the course a few times, and laughed a lot, and had a ball.
And then we went home. And I went to another photoshoot. And when I got home, there was fighting again.
I’m so tired of the fighting and the arguing and the punching and the kicking.
Sometimes I’m quite happy to leave them to go on the photoshoot… just to have a bit of peace. And then I feel guilty. If I were at home, I’d be able to take them out cycling or something. Get them out of the house kicking and screaming… because that’s what it takes to get them to do anything at the moment.
I’m just so tired of it.