Ds1 (14) has just walked in the front room carrying the big 2l bottle of vegetable oil. Not remotely upright. I screeched at him told him to hold it the right way up and he laughed and wandered into the kitchen, which is where the flimsy plastic cap undid and dumped a load of oil on the floor.
Recently ds2 (5!) pissed on his bedroom windowsill. I still have no idea why.
I swear I am raising a pack of idiots.
I despair.
Please tell me what utterly fuckwitted things your children have done to make me feel better.
(I've sprinkled flour on the oil and will make him hoover it shortly).