Sometimes having two boys drives me......nuts!
They bicker. They fight. They seem to deliberately antagonise and provoke each other, and this, more than anything else, makes me crazy.
Yesterday was one of those days when I felt like I could not tolerate one more he said/he did/snot fair mediation scenario....I was on the verge of cracking like a rotten egg and stinking up the world with my fumes of fury and frustration.
So, after chatting about this with Gav last night, we decided to separate today and go our own ways...
Gav and Flex went on a Turramurra trampoline purchase adventure, while Lucky and I cruised down the road with dogs and bike, baked two cakes, played ping-pong, washed the horse and packed our snow gear. (We are off to the snow on monday but that's a different story...)
It was lovely. And quiet. Like a sweet little holiday. Lucky got to play Minecraft ALL BY HIMSELF (without his well meaning big brother who constantly offers to build stuff for him therefore taking away the purpose of the game). We went slow...and skipped fast (without worldy big brother telling us skipping is 'for girls'), we threw rocks into the creek listening for the wonderful sound of a 'duck fart' (without competetive big brother subtly reminding us that his throw was a bit louder/further/better). Yes, it was lovely.
Yesterday was one of those days when I felt like I could not tolerate one more he said/he did/snot fair mediation scenario....I was on the verge of cracking like a rotten egg and stinking up the world with my fumes of fury and frustration.
So, after chatting about this with Gav last night, we decided to separate today and go our own ways...
Gav and Flex went on a Turramurra trampoline purchase adventure, while Lucky and I cruised down the road with dogs and bike, baked two cakes, played ping-pong, washed the horse and packed our snow gear. (We are off to the snow on monday but that's a different story...)
It was lovely. And quiet. Like a sweet little holiday. Lucky got to play Minecraft ALL BY HIMSELF (without his well meaning big brother who constantly offers to build stuff for him therefore taking away the purpose of the game). We went slow...and skipped fast (without worldy big brother telling us skipping is 'for girls'), we threw rocks into the creek listening for the wonderful sound of a 'duck fart' (without competetive big brother subtly reminding us that his throw was a bit louder/further/better). Yes, it was lovely.
Sometimes homeschooling feels a little bit claustrophobic and I worry that the boys spend so much time together that they will grow up and never want to see each other ever again. But then I remember this:
and this:
and a million other joful brotherlove moments, and I realise that no matter what, wether they go to school or not, they will always be very different people....with different ideas, opinions and styles of living. They may fight on and off their whole lives, be best mates or agree to disagree amiably. But they will always be brothers - nothing will change that, and nobody will ever replace this bond of blood (sweat and tears hahaha).
And let me tell you, when Flex and Gav came home there was one excited little brother waiting for them down the road, and one super happy big brother proud to tell the great tale of the trampoline....
And let me tell you, when Flex and Gav came home there was one excited little brother waiting for them down the road, and one super happy big brother proud to tell the great tale of the trampoline....
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