Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Sticking to my guns

Im sitting down with a wine. I have watched the clock for the last hour thinking half four was really too early to crack open a bottle, 5 o'clock, now thats more reasonable. A little less desperate. Who am I kidding, I'm desperate! This afternoon has been somewhat challenging yet I sit here with a somewhat smug look on my face knowing that "I HAVE WON!" Won a battle with my darling six year old, and I stuck to my guns and saw through the punishment! I never do that! I'm usually so weak and give into the crying, pleading, and apologies. Not this time. No rugby practice for Jesse. That will teach ya! Mum is strong, a force to be reckoned with. She will see through her threats...

I do have a problem with myself though in how I handle these outburst's from my boys at times. I get the giggles. And laughing just makes it worse! I'm not sure what comes over me but their tantrums can be so highly amusing that I find it hard to hold back. And try carrying a screaming child into their room for time out whilst cracking up. I can't! All my energy gets sucked out of my arms and they turn to jelly. Just pathetic. So now Im going to be not only a force to reckon with but one with arms of steel.

So no layout today to share, just loving memories of my wee man, who is so fierce that I love him with a fierceness back.

1 comment:

  1. Good on you for sticking to your guns. Hope it worked. And hopefully that success will give you the strength to do it again. It should get easier with practice:)