Starting off with a panic-striken swimming-lesson-coveting child freeking out cos the daddy took the mummy's car and "how are we going to get to swimming lessons?" 'Walk'.
One moment it's a friendly sibling cuddle, the next it's an older sibling seeking control over the younger sibling and the next results in the younger sibling attempting to take a bite of the older sibling.
Or... A baby posting Lego through the hole of her sleeping bag. It's all fun right? Natural posting game. Until its time to walk and we all know walking on Lego hurts. But that trust she puts into me to know what hurts and fix it - yeah I was watching.
Or asking a 3 & 4 year old to take baby chicks outside to the rabbit cage (they sleep inside) results in the daddy getting upset at 3yr olds chick-shake.
An older child is still upset about having to pick up Lego that was strewn around his room the day before while mummy was attempting a much needed rest. Wanting help cos he's not doing it. Mummy contemplating running the vacuum over the entire room and 'taking care' of the *lego problem* for good.
Mummy plans the un-gratifying jobs of cleaning the bath and toilet and tackling a messy kitchen - all before lunch time exhaustion hits and I'm struck out for the rest of the day.
Instead adventures outdoors cling to memory and I desire to take off on a bush walk through the still and quiet, just the chatter and noises of my offspring to listen to, the chirp of a bird or two and perhaps way off into the distance the soft moan of a cow or baa of a sheep..
Sigh..
Back to reality.. I have work to do..
Before lunch time..
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