I've spent an hour making a cardboard boat, cardboard fish and fishing rods with magnets because the 5yo wanted it... I suggested she could decorate her boat, name it maybe.
Nope.
Handed over the cardboard fishing rod to play fishing.
Instantly cried because the seahorse is the wrong colour and the fish is a boy one (how tf anyone can tell what sex a cardboard fish with no genitals is I don't know).
Stomped off only to return with 'fine, I'll play'
Well excuse me kid, this isn't how I wanted to spend my day!
10 minutes of play that got us. 10 fucking minutes.
Dh is setting up a board game for them to play now while I put the baby down for a nap and I can already hear complaining.
Why, oh why is everything an argument?! Fuck sake. This conversation happened yesterday:
5yo :'Is this my right hand?'
Me: 'No it's your left'
'IT IS NOT ITS MY RIGHT HAND! YOU CAN'T TELL ME!'
Well you fucking asked! Right and left don't change person to person and you can shout all you want about it, it's doesn't change right from shitting left!
Where's the rum?