One of Bill’s brothers has been living with us on and off lately. He is a bit punk so I kindly labeled him the kids’ Punk Rock Uncle.
Punk Rock Uncle: Yeah, poor Lauca, these moods are pretty bad for her.
Me: Hmm and you know, Bill and I aren’t highly strung, we’re not particularly moody people so it’s been difficult for us for a long time to understand her melt-downs.
Punk Rock Uncle: Weeeeell, you were always pretty flighty.
Bahaha! Punkle tellin’ it straight.
There is something singularly unsettling about suddenly recognising your own behaviours in your children. I keep having nasty flash forwards to them speaking to their (potential) children and shuddering. Also, at times it is bloody frustrating. Do as I say not as I do, dammit.
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