Perfectly Imperfect Family-Work Balance...

Joining in the party at Picklebums and sharing a part of my perfectly imperfect life, today...

Today was, officially, the first day of the Spring holidays, and in true Melbourne fashion, it just wasn't sunny, nor shiny, nor warm outside. Dave had a training session to go to, so that left me with four children who were about ready to sell each other into child slavery by 8.30am.

Today, we spent many, many hours doing this...

While I ignored this...

And this...

The former involved enough yelling, accusations of cheating, and demonstrative refereeing from The Mother Figure, to send The Father Figure scuttling off to the supermarket almost a soon as he got home from his training session. Also, I'm sure I saw an insulation van pull up outside our neighbour's place. Peaceful and picture perfect it was not (the photo at the top was taken after the fact because I couldn't pick up my camera during the day for fear of having it knocked out of my hands by flailing outbursts of "He's HAD HIS TURN", and "THOSE AREN'T the RULES, MUUUUUUM!:, but at 6pm, each one of us is still breathing, and no ambulances have needed to be called, so I'm filing this day under "Perfect - imperfectly so",

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Mummy McTavish said…

Hi, I've popped on over from the imperfect party. Sometimes the fact that no ambulances have been called is enough to make the day a complete success, isn't it? Happy Imperfection :-)

8:33 pm

Sif said…

Thank you :). Holidays can be loooong when the weather isn't co-operating and four boys bounce around the house like so many baby calves... We haven't had a hospital run in several months, so all is looking good for now!

12:18 am

jeanie said…

I am in awe - four boys on a wet holi-day and no blood spilt? Close to perfect I would say.

9:32 am

katef said…

AH the joys... sounds just like our house which is why I totally refuse to play board games of any kind with my children... ever.

4:00 pm

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