Something to show for it

Well, for all the lovely pictures, this week has been emotionally tough and mentally exhausting!

Last week Morgan went on footwear strike - she always has had a thing about the seams on her socks lining up, and then she decided that shoes of any kind were pushing the socks into bunches so she refused to wear them. It has taken the wearing of seasonally inappropriate crocs without socks to get us out of the house. I am beyond fed up with being stuck at home so we ARE going to get back to going for a walk every day.

Cue the last two days. Fight over footwear. Settle on crocs when we find the other one somewhere a shoe could not possibly be (this happens almost every day, seriously, I need to persuade my children that shoes live on the shoe rack or me remaining sanity will not last til winter). Insist on carrying coats for children who say they are not cold. End up carrying coats all morning. Yup.

Then today, Jenna only wants to go out if she has her bike. Helment nowhere to be found, and I insist she needs it if the bike is coming. We are walking a long way, and crossing roads, and she needs her helment. She cries. And cries. And refuses to leave the house. And searches the house for another hour before I say that we are now going and it is too late. Seriously, I need to persuade my children on the matter of tidying up in general, and putting things back when they are done specifically.

Well, we foraged. Two baskets of berries. :)

Though the stress it caused I am unsure it was worth it.

Then there is the eating madness, which descended recently and had two little girls empty my fridge and eat ingredients meant for the rest of the week in about ten minutes flat. Including the entire filling from a quiche, a packet of cooked sausages, a pot of cream cheese, six yoghurts, two lemons (?) and the rest of the flapjack.

The baby, meanwhile, tore all the financial stuff out of the back of my notebook and shredded it.

This week we have got a lot done. Everything has fitted in its neat little slot. We have done what we intended to. But we are all miserable. I can't tell you *what* is going on with us, except that perhaps the children are coming down with something as they are still grumpy as hell today. It has really been one of those weeks when I want to throw up my hands and say, "oh what's the point?!"