I am a woman on the edge.
We have done 1000 fun things and yet still the requests come thick and fast… can we do this? Can we go here? Can we do that? Can we have… can we have… can we have… ARGHHHH
It’s at the point where If I hear Mummyyyyyy with a raised intonation then I’m packing a bag and fucking off.
I just want to drink a coffee and have 10 minutes to mumsnet without having to fulfill any fucking requests from any fucker.