I love Sunday mornings. That's my quality time with the kids. Admittedly, I love Saturday mornings even more - it's my turn for a lie-in you see. Anyway, having had the lie-in on Saturday, I am all ready for a morning with the little ones come Sunday. We have breakfast together. Play. Do a bit of wrestling with MBS (MFBD and MLD join in of course). Quality time.
And still, sometimes, it just doesn't work out that way. For some reason I find that everything that's cute and qirky about my little ones irritates me. Every sound is too loud, every utterance too repetative. I become the grumpiest of grumpy old men and ruin the morning for all of us. Hate it when it happens. Hate myself above all.
PS 585km down. 415km to go.
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