It will get easier as they grow up “they” said. The first few years are the worst. Once they are in double figures it will get easier.

Let me laugh at those comments. “They” have never had to live (survive) life with 2 teenagers and a tween.

Why do all crisis have to take place at 7.25am? The bus goes just after 7.30am. Why can’t they talk to me at anytime before 7.25am?

We have a chilled breakfast. Civilized conversations, then world war 3 or 4 or 5 starts.

And hormones! Who ever decided that hormone surges were the way to go was so wrong? Hormones transform my happy daughters into hysterical and tearful monsters.

Can’t open the door = cries, child 2 switches off the shower before child 1 gets in = more tears.

We run out of tissues = run up the stairs and cries.

One lucky thing is that the doors have survived so far. Child 2 went through a phase a door slamming. OK so I have to rephrase this comment: she was not slamming the door she was closing it with force. I have to precise that the doors on the ground floor are glass-panelled doors. They rattle now, they did not use to.

Child 3, the tween, is still easy going. I am hoping that before he hits puberty and the teenage years, his sisters will have come out of the worst of it.

3 weeks out of 4, child 1 and 2 are perfectly fine. They are lovely girls, pretty level headed, sensible and somewhat sensitive. One week out of 4 they turn out to be raving lunatics.

The joy of parenthood!

It can only get better.

I‘d better keep smiling J