pushed over the edge

I try not to write to much here about my journey as parent. I have lots of reasons for that - it's a small town, stuff on the net is really public, I don't know how the boys would/will feel about it - so I often just try to blog about the good bits and make reference to the bad on occasion and move on.

The problem with all that... is some days when you have this great blog post in your head about all sorts of the good things that have been going on and all the fun you have been having and you have a limited amount of time to post it/write it as there are 7 million things going on and then your kids mess up and make you really angry - (you know the kind of angry I mean, don't pretend for a minute that you haven't been that angry at someone at some point) it's hard to sit and type a lovey dovey post about fun stuff.

Sometimes parenting is hard, sometimes there are moments when I think that perhaps it will never be good again. I am having one of those moments and I know that eventually it will pass and all will be good again, maybe. I trust that they will pull it together and not try to see just how close to the edge they can push me for a few days. Then it will happen again because that's the journey, that's our life.


So for now I am going to sit here, enjoy my gluten free beer, breathe deep and wait for P to get home because I told them they would be on time out till dinner - that's kind of a long way off, like 3 hours - but then P can play good cop when he gets home.



PS one of the really fun things I wanted to tell you about was our upcoming cottage visit with the boys little bro and big sis... we are off tomorrow morning. Here are the boys up to there usual antics with the little brother.

Freud

She is alive, has 2 broken legs and is down to 4.8lbs. She will heal with time and I am in awe of the fact that she made it home

10 days later.

This afternoon while I was busy putting up drywall and insulation ( another story) and the phone rings, it’s P , “send the kids down the driveway with treats” it takes a bit back and forthing to figure out what he is talking about and then the penny drops.
Freud, our cat had reappeared. She disappeared about 10 days ago and since we live in the country we thought that she was food for something bigger and faster than her. But no, she was hurt and somehow managed to make it all the way home on 2 paws as both on her right side seem to be injured.
I am bit astonished that she made it home as I had written her off given that she has never been gone for more than 2 days before. I will take her to the vet in the morning, hopefully the hurt paws are nothing to serious because aside from that she is the same fabulous and aloof girly that she has always been. She has spunk and some serious determination but after remembering that Digit made it home last year I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised at the ability of a determined cat.