Happiness is…

…when the teenager comes home after practice for a late supper and BY HIM SELF puts the leftovers in a container and place them in the fridge. There can be peace on earth one day too.  

Let’s blame it on the mom

It is only me and my husband who have fostered these terrible individuals. No they are not terrible. I love my fantastic children to death, but right now I am far beyond frustration. I believe we are quite normal parents. We give a lot. Love, experience and to some extent; things. To that we follow…

Mousedog

I mowed the lawn yesterday, the Mr. took care of someother garden chores. Buddy the liondog (ridgeback) sat on the elevated patio observing us and his lands. All of a sudden the Mr. whistled for my attention. I came over and saw the liondog with his nose in the dirt by the lilacs. A MOUSE!…

Why on earth did I walk into this one?

Why is parenting so hard? Why? And why do I “fail” even if I know how I should do it? Fail = scream and shout. The kids room looks like shit, like shit. I could clean them for them, but I do not want to. Because they will need to know what they have and where…

Single mother

I have said it before and I will say it again. I do wonder if I would have made it as a single mother… Two dogs? Out of the question. Two children? Do not think so. Of course I would have made it if I been put in the situation. But nothing I long for….

To do

I am slipping behind. On the housely choes. Or WE do (since we do the things together in our family). But I think that my thershold (which is substantially lower than the Mr’s) has come to a limit and is screaming, on its top of its voice; “Get a grip!”. It is not only the…