Six months ago my children were driving me insane with their constant, continuous and/or continual fighting (take your pick) and bickering. I could not leave them for FIVE minutes without someone attacking the other – with words or HORROR OF HORRORS a funny face (a crime against all that is good and right with the world, surely) or a smack.

Goodness knows what has happened (and I thank Goodness and of course Goodness’s owner, God) – the children are getting along. All of them. They play together, share together and best of all laugh together. It does have its drawbacks though as nothing I say actually goes into their brain – it usually gets snorted out or laughed out or farted out if they are in the mood for that sort of thing and let’s face it – they’re boys so they’re ALWAYS in the mood for farting. They actually take after their mother. So husband and I are left with tidying up their mess about which they’ve been reminded countless times is THEIR responsibility, making beds they’re supposed to make and taking plates to sinks and flushing toilets because they keep forgetting to do it.

You know what I’m going to say, right?

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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