Not this again, surely!
I wasn't well yesterday. Like, "I spent most of the day in bed, with shingles pain in my scalp" unwell. Unfortunately, this did not seem to be evident to my children, who didn't hesitate to come in and ask me for things, despite their father being RIGHT NEXT TO ME. I digress... Two things became crystal clear: 1. Either I don't have boundaries, or 2. They are invisible. I asked one of our children "Last Saturday when Dad was laid up with a migraine, did you ask him for anything?" Her response: "No." "And why is that?" "Because he was sick." People, my eyebrows may have touched the back of my head. Paddocks need boundaries, and so do I - but where to start? In the past, when I've embarked on a boundary mission, it's been more about giving the children boundaries, and it's exhausting. It relies on ME to build, reinforce, patrol, and hold the boundary, four times over. Initially it succeeds, but let&