Entry FeedThis week has been a rough week on us. Not bad, but for some reason Son One, Son Two and myself have all not felt ourselves.
The boys favourite line has been, "This is the worst day ever!" Of course, it looses its impact when the words are muttered daily.
When asked to elaborate, "What was so bed about today, honey?" nothing concrete could be mentioned.
It has been a week of tears, cuddles and hugs. The weird thing is, I have been in a terrible mood that I can't snap out of as well (though mine may be PMS). Though the house has been filled with the grumps, it hasn't been particularly tumultuous or anything like that.
A few nights ago while drive home with everyone in the van, Husband pointed out the beautiful full moon rising over the horizon. Ah, I thought, the culprit.
When all else fails, blame something completely out of your control. That's a good rule for parenthood.