I was driving Eldest and Middle to town the other day when we drove up the road we use to take to their primary school. I recalled a crappy morning when I had a melt down as I drove them to school. Tired, stressed and no headspace to keep it together. I asked the boys if they remembered that time mummy lost her shit, and Middle cheekily replied, “Which time? There have been a few”. He was right of course but that didn’t stop me from flicking him a dirty look in the revision