I know it is not just me. . .I mean I KNOW it isn’t true.
I mean it can’t possibly just be me who gets a bit irked at my children sometimes and really just want them to LEAVE ME ALONE.
It feels true though, too often. Then, I get that huge guilty complex of “something is wrong with me”, and that I “must not love my children enough for me to so desperately want them to be away” and all those other lovely feelings. . .
Personally, yesterday, I was thinking that all of them needed to take a field trip to the moon. Together. In the Apollo 11 / Eagle craft.
Instead we went to the pool.