My 6 year old just came up to me saying "I'm bored, I've got nothing to do, you never play with me". I gave her a list of all the things I had to do this afternoon and she just walked off with a sad face.
For context yesterday we made a cake together, she had a friend to sleep over last night, as did each of the 4 kids. We went out for the afternoon with them all and played games in the park. I cooked a massive roast dinner. Have made pancakes for breakfast and we have just been out for haircuts and a hot chocolate. Tomorrow as a special treat for the last day of the holidays I'm taking them and friends to a big water park.
I need to do the bloody washing, sew name labels and tidy up after having eight kids in the house.
Fucking parental guilt. I don't want to play bastard horse stables.