Where I live there is a sort of green in front of the houses where all the local kids play. My DD used to play on there but is now at secondary so it tends to be the next generation of 5-9 year olds playing out. I love hearing them play and the kid friendliness is one of the reasons I like it here.
When DD played out, one thing I could not stand was litter and many times I handed her and her friends carrier bags and made them pick up all their crap whilst lecturing them about respecting their environment. Embarassing mum
Over the holidays I have watched as the kids have pushed over a bin and strewn rubbish anywhere, dropped their sweet wrappers, ripped up a book and spread the pages across the pavement (I went and picked that up) and ripped apart a teddy bear, spreading the whole green with teddy's innards.
Well last week I snapped. I grabbed a bin bag and went to clean it up. I roped some of the kids in but even with them as well it still took me half an hour to clean up. I was nice but slightly schoolmarmish firm and asked the kids to pick up their rubbish and take it home in future.
It has been a few days and there are now a pile of what look like dirty dressing gowns, multiple crisp packets and sweet wrappers and several cardboard boxes and a few random plates out there. 
they've all been there for the last few days.
I don't want to be that twatty neighbour but I am having trouble restraining myself from knocking on their doors and asking the parents to get them to pick up after themselves or laminating a big sign and pinning it up. Am pg and a bit hormonal but omg it's doing my head in!
AIBU and a twat? Or shall I get the laminator going? 