You have been taken to the seaside today. You have had a lovely time - or you could have done if you hadn't moaned at every opportunity - that only one of you wanted to go on the big slide, that the walk to the beach was too long, that we had to leave the park too soon, that you were not allowed more sweets after you had had an ice cream each.
Now we are home and you have been asked to amuse yourself without fighting for fifteen minutes so I can have a cup of tea and piss about on MN.
AIBU to ask you to just shut the fuck up and leave me alone? Yes, I am, which is why I am writing it down here rather than saying it out loud. Cause I am seconds away, and if you start twanging those bastard loom bands at each other you are likely to hear some new vocabulary from an incredibly knackered and pissed off mother....