Is this therapy?

It's tempting, now Ive lost my mother, to have a good old whine on line.

Why are boys SO impossible. And by "Boys" I mean mine. My children, the fruit of my loins. Three certainly dont count as mistakes. They were all very deliberate and slow to arrive with the exception of the first born who was nearly conceived on honeymoon, but not quite, 15 years ago. But so much more trouble than I would ever have imagined. I had this rosy glow of Country Living Interiors, Boden mummy, polished apple cheeks and dry noses, scruffydogs and stripey t-shirts. I imagined they would run around wildly which they do - but I certainly never imagined they would fight. Continually. On top of me. When they have 7000 acres on their door-step. Quite literally. I had not anticipated that with that amount of freedom right outside the front door - they would rather sit at a computer and play smash-em up killing games. What ever happened to sticks and bows and arras? Too sharp? - too many "put it downs you'll have his eye out" "be careful", all those trees to climb, a pony, a fast flowing burn, (for god's sake dont go near it- you'll definitely drown) certainly no shortage of Bugger off's - but its boreing the country side. Not enough colour, or manga, or feedback. Too much waiting around (seeds to grow - puppies to be born -seasons to start, or stop)

Just too much testosterone, and no where to go!

Well it's a start. Certainly cheaper than therapy. Will anyone care? do I?