I don’t have a nanny this week. She has had a horrible family tragedy and needed the week off – it really is a sad story and I feel for her family.

I must say after a week with Jack on my own I was very ready for her to be here this week and did feel a tad anxious after her sms but fortunately in his own home, Jack is a lot calmer and we are back into his normal 2 naps a day routine – it really is lovely. I can clean the house, catch up on work, make dinner, get the washing done while he naps.

If Martha Stewart had to pop in she would be oh so proud. I am holding it together nicely!

Well I WAS. Then yesterday the pms bus hit me full on in the face AND I am faced with a situation that requires me to contact my ex which actually makes me want to vomit from the anxiety. Still I thought I was doing ok – I even baked some cupcakes yesterday.

Then Kiara crossed over to her crazy place and refused to do her homework. It was a 2 hour battle of the wills. Then I realised she hadn’t written her homework in the right place AND I hadn’t read the correct day so we did the WRONG HOMEWORK! The cupcakes, while still really good, had too much water in which I did pick up but couldn’t correct so they didn’t rise and are crumby (but whatever I made them for ME and I like them).

About 10 minutes into homework Kiara dragged Cameron with her to the crazy side and they were impossible. Shouting, messing jumping, messing, throwing, messing – it was chaos.

David likes order. He likes calm. He likes quiet. Unfortunately with 3 kids and a bit of a scatter brain fiance there is more chaos than order, more noise than quiet and on Sunday morning it was getting a bit much and he said to me “Its a choice!” and he chose to not let it get to him.

So mid way through the kids chasing each other around our (small) lounge with my crutches screeching obscenities at each other I dished up my dinner, sat down and said “It’s a choice!”

Well 10 minutes later I chose to loose it with Kiara. I yelled. I just could not any more! She didn’t calm down at all, she had a small cry went to shower and came back recharged and ready for round 2. I chose then to ignore it and handed over to David.

I get that it is a choice – I GET IT! But sometimes calming the chaos is the only choice there is to make!

How do you cope with your kids when they cross over?