So, today has been tough - work are desperately short staffed and DH is working half the night so I had to beg a favour from my mum to look after the DC while I worked this morning and then I'd invited two friends and their DC round to play in the afternoon. So, from the point of view of DS (4, nearly 5), he's had a fab day - Granny, his usual saturday play session which he loves, two ice creams, his two best friends to play, the paddling pool and his favourite dinner.
He has done nothing but whinge at me all afternoon. He was sad because Granny couldn't stay all day, sad that he couldn't have a third ice cream, sad that he only has one paddling pool (I mean WTF?!), sad that his friends couldn't stay forever, sad that he couldn't stay up late watching TV and sad that I asked him to help me tidy the garden toys up before bed. He cried about all of the above plus more.
It's hot, I'm tired, DH has had very bad news about MIL today and DS is also obviously very tired after a really busy day. But even 20 month old DD was less hassle. It's so hard to be patient when no matter how much fun he has it's never ever good enough. AIBU because he's little and tired or is he being a bit of a brat? I am too whacked out to have any perspective and DH isn't here.