Today I am grumpy.
It’s hot, sunny and a perfect day for the beach (as were yesterday and the day before) but I am busy readying our house to go on the market. The Big T’s travel respite is over and he has already clocked up one trip to Vietnam, returning for four days to be ill before heading to Detroit for 10 days. There’s a lot to do, and I’ve been relying on the boy-child’s help.
Despite being assured he would do a few things – vaccuum, remove dust from surfaces, clean his bathroom – I have spent this morning removing dust from surfaces and cleaning his bathroom. When I cool down (literally and metaphorically), I’ll vaccuum.
It’s not that he didn’t “do” these things – just that he did them late last night, while texting friends. So basically, he’s done a crap job.
So today I’m grumpy and fed up with him and it’s easy to remember all the times in his life I’ve felt hurt, let down, angry – or just totally overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of being a parent.
But having committed myself to posting daily in the countdown to the boy-child’s sixteenth birthday, I thought it might be a good time to remind myself how much I love the little tow-rag. And this is the photo I come back to. Somehow it symbolizes our ability to keep going; though sleeplessness and endless crying (his and mine), sickness, accidents, post-natal depression, emotional melt-downs, arguments and occasional radio silences.
I guess this is what unconditional love looks like.
Here are the other posts in my countdown: