sweet jesus please help me! I am going insania! School and nursery are back tomorrow, which is definitely good and necessary. Routine is king – i know. bring it on. The 3 amigos are seriously brothered out now. My issue is – I wish someone could unlock the secret for me of why my 3 male children fight…..like constantly. I simply don’t know how to tackle them. i’ve tried many approaches, thrown money at it even in the form of treats – but as you will know this is not a solution (when desperate one will try almost anything!), I am sick of my own loud voice, talking talking getting louder talkshouting shouting….. and they seem to be deaf! or dumb. or stupid. I have come to the conclusion that the male species are quite stupid much of the time. whatever the age. I see my girlfriends with their daughters, or daughters and sons – and it doesn’t seem as rough and tumble as the 3 boy combo. Maybe i see this through rose tinted glasses – I shall never know, what i do know is, 1 mother and 3 boys = not enough time, hands, patience to go around. It’s a new year, I don’t make resolutions as such, but I do have a desire to have a fresh beginning, start as i mean to go on, be more patient, not shout, do more with them, but already, just 7 days in – i’m losing. I have already locked myself in the loo away from them, already screamed my head off this morning, already threatened that we won’t go out and do our planned activities today if the scrapping continues, and already had a quick count up of how many hours I have to endure before its bed time….. and then I get the guilt trip. I am their mother. The one person they rely on for absolutely everything in their lives. The one who is setting the example to them of how to ‘be’. Its my last day with them before school goes back – we should be happy and enjoying our time together. If only they didn’t wind each other up, tease each other, gang up together and leave one out (2 is company 3 is a crowd….how true), if only they could share their toys and games, play nicely together, be kind to each other…….clean the guinea pigs out, make their beds, tidy their mess up, put their coats and shoes away, not squabble in the car, not hit one another, not put their hands on the tv screen, not have cushion fights and throw them on the floor, if only they would willingly clean their teeth, brush their hair, wear matching clothes, know that its winter and believe me when i say shorts are really not appropriate, actually just hear what i say – the first time or even the second, and believe me! and not tell fibs! am i asking too much??!! so. I have this day to get through. Off out we go, as too much time indoors makes it worse. And i suppose one day when i’m even older, and greyer, I will look back on these days and wish them back again, small boys and at home safe in their beds every night with me. People tell me so. and i can see it. but I wish i knew how to cope better and deal with the here and now…………………..