this is the morning... these are the red creatures that I lay claim to.
(in the kitchen-which i blame on someone else)
the boys are currently: laughing and pulling each other up onto the 'mummydaddy'bed...getting under the blankets and giggling wildly. this, interspersed with the wild sword waving, will surely lead to a moderate disaster. and yet I let it go, as I type, for there really isn't anything better in the entire world. and i hope i get to say a sentence like that everyday for the rest of my life.
and then there is this: twice in the past week my older son has done this: (two semicolons, ike) 'i can't be the mom, i'm a boy.' in the house corner
or
'i don't want the princess cup, thats for girls.' these are the same cups he himself selected not four months ago. . .
this is NOT an okay thing to hear from my darling sugarbutt boy... changing tides! hard for me, dismissive of my role, heightening/showcasing my familiarity with the very VERY same feelings... how long does it last? what will he think of me when he is a man? where the hell am i ?
as if i need to worry about what one more person thinks of me. but he IS an important one.
working on it, still.
Slow Horses, by Mick Herron
4 hours ago
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