Sigh. I know I’ll get a load of misty eyed ‘you’ll miss it one day’ but right now I am in it and I am SO over the screams over nothing, the whingeing, the refusal to eat, the breaking down crying over the wrong water bottle, the stupid giddy overtired behaviour, the poo (I. Am. Sick. Of. Poo.)
I want them to be teenager and order themselves a bloody takeaway and have done with it, sleeping late, staying in their rooms and not bothering me!