It's lunchtime on Tuesday afternoon and I'm struggling through a working day of endless quotes and accounts issues. My spirit is sagging with the drudgery - I'm glad I've a couple of days holiday booked for tomorrow and Thursday.
It's been a struggle of a week so far in fact. Monday morning started with a frankly apocalyptic Luca tantrum where Luca flew into such a rage over being told what to do that he slammed the living room door in his Mum's face.
The word "pandemonium" could have been created to describe this exact period.
He's going through a rather wilful stage just now (by wilful I mean he's being a little ******) and the past week in particular has brought endless challenges. He's not taking kindly to his burgeoning responsibilities, chief among them getting himself dressed. "I can't do it" is his catchphrase, with the word "can't" peculiarly accented in a Buckingham-esque brogue. He can though and will.
Carole was still shaken up by this in the evening, and was positively rigid with tension when I arrived home. Thankfully he was a little better behaved, albeit only after a couple of warnings from Dad:-
"Stop it Luca - do you want Daddy to smack your bottom"
"Noooooo. I need a cuddle......"
He often reverts to a cute, obedient and subservient child when feeling under threat. Funny that. Is it genuine or a ploy? I think genuine but then again he's proven to be a wiley operator previously so........
We got him to bed quite sharp (his usual delaying tactics notwithstanding) allowing us an exhausted dinner of sausage and mash (me) and salad type stuff (Carole).
We tried a new routine with Devil Boy this morning, where we both got up half an hour earlier so we could tag-team Luca's waking and breakfast routine. It worked a treat (he was well behaved and enjoyed the undivided attention from both parents) but the dogs appeared a little put out by the arrangement. As I opened the back door at 6.30am to take them for their morning walk Isis looked up at me, enormous tongue lolling around the floor as always, with an expression that equally conveyed "What's going on?" and "If you think I'm getting out of bed just now you're sorely mistaken"
She did make me pay for it with some disobedient (Carole calls her "strong willed") behaviour in the park. "Isis, come here" I hollered over and over into the rising sun over Garioch Park. "No chance" was the message returned from her backside as she demonstrated her stubborn streak.
Sima is torn at times like these. The eager to please pup in her keeps her sat beside my ankle, but I'm sure there's a little bit of devilment within that will eventually force her to run with her sister and parade her equally beligerent butt.
Tonight we'll be playing a game of "Pass The Luca" as Carole has a fitness class and I have a game of football to play. Hopefully he'll demonstrate his more genial qualities tonight amid the cut and thrust of desperately tight crossover timings.
Tomorrow is our appointment at Meldrum House. I'll update as soon as we've been, hopefully with the good news of venue suitability and confirmation. Great news to hear it looks likely that both sisters (and family of course) will be coming across from America and Australia respectively. I'd discounted the possibility of this, so to say I'm chuffed is an understatement.
And Kelly, I'm sure you'll find the Scottish Autumn far more spritually stimulating than your planned expedition to a yoga retreat in Bali.
**Useless fact of the day - A bombing in 2002 by militant Islamists in the tourist area of Kuta in Bali killed 202 people, mostly foreigners. This attack, and another in 2005, severely affected tourism, bringing much economic hardship to the island**
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