I am clearly a horrible grouchy mum :( But I just get irritable and grumpy and make huffy noises until DP takes her downstairs.
So that lovely image of the family all snuggled up together on a Sunday mornin - no ta!
What it really equals is is me teetering on the end of the bed, DP cuddling me (and grabbing my boobs
which is default cuddle position) and DD in the bed constantly calling the dog who is snuggled under the duvet keeping my feet warm. It can often end with TWO dogs on the bed, jumping around and constant calls of "why wont the dog lay with me" and his name repeated ad nauseum - sorry, its just not my idea of bliss when i have just opened my bloody eyes.
It sets me up in a foul mood when it should be a "lovely family time" but really/????
Don't get me wrong - i adore my DD, my DP and my dogs but just once, I would like them to fuck off and let me read my book.
I am a miserable old bag aren't i?