I am so happy to have found this site. I so need to let off steam, or rather blow a gasket, but I can’t tell my mum ‘friends‘ in the playground because even if they are feeling the same, they would never admit it!
THANK GOD HALF TERM IS OVER!
Please tell me I am not alone in being thankful for this? I have 3 kids, and yes, I have been told 3 is worse than any other number. And now I am beginning to believe them. They didn’t stop bickering. And by bickering I mean non stop nah nah nah nah nah nah, that actually did get on every single one of my nerve endings. It was like someone scratching nails down a blackboard, slowly and endlessly. It hurt my core.
He’s touching me.
She’s breathing to close.
This is my armrest (cinema).
He ate my skittle.
His toe is near me.
She laughs too loud.
Stop following/copying/annoying me
I swear, the list went on and on, and I lost my voice on a few occasions. I always had visions of siblings just getting along and loving each other. I argued with my brothers, but I honestly don’t remember being this bad. I mean I never SAW my mum drink!
I literally pushed them through the school gates this morning, came home and collapsed. Someone tell me it gets better? And if it gets worse, send cocktail recipes…