7 YO Boys...grrrr - the rant
I love my eldest...I keep telling myself that.
He's so grown up in so many ways, I lose sight of the fact he's only 7. He's often great help with his little brother, he's respnsible with his stuff, he cares about others...what more could I ask for?
This morning, he's in the kitchen, ostensibly having breakfast, and I come out and he's attempting to put BOTH of his feet into ONE of my shoes...grrr. I managed not to yell, I managed not to lose it completely...the boy has an issue with shoes, seems like he's always messing with someone elses shoes...
I need to remember how lucky I am to have a happy, healthy well adjusted child and remember that he's going to do stupid s&^t simpy because he's 7. I was a 7yo boy once (in the days right after mud was invented, right before chalk) you'd think I could empathize more.
*deep cleansing breath....*
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