When I started this blog back in 2009, the kids were aged between five and nine and life certainly seemed to have a chaotic edge to it. As they've grown and become far more self-reliant, I've often wondered if the name is still apt. Sometimes I change the header to read "Cattle, Kids & sometimes a little Chaos", "Cattle, Kids & occasional Chaos" or "Cattle, Kids & some Chaos thrown in". This past week though "Cattle, Kids & a bloody great dose of Chaos" seems to fit perfectly!
I've spent more time at the Hillcrest Hospital than I have at home.
With this team.
A little shed accident left the big fella with severed tendons in two fingers, resulting in surgery and immobilisation of the arm for six weeks.
Not to be outdone, Sal took a tumble off her pony the day after Matthew got out of hospital, resulting in two broken bones in her right wrist, requiring realignment and plastering. Six weeks of plaster for her as well.
Neither can cut up their dinner. Or make a bed. Some can't even do their strides up. I can see twenty years of training slipping away before my eyes.
In good news, I'm establishing myself very quickly into the role of 'boss'. With the three oldest back to school next week, I'll be cracking the whip over these two wingies.