Before everyone piles in, yes I know im lucky to have had children. Yes I do love them.
No I wouldn't swap them.
But for the love of god I wish they would let me have some peace and just bloody once in a while BE REASONABLE.
They have used by bloody brand new bath towel( the only one I tried to keep for myself) and one of the fuckers has got bleach all over the fucker.
They've turned the heating on ( after I've turned it off) and I'm in bed naked sweating it's roasting.
Their response: it's not our fault you're going through the menopause! I'm not btw.
They are systematically eating everything in sight.
Then asking is there anything to eat? Followed by mum will you fetch me a drink when I'm sat in the living room!
They are draining the electricity board dry.
The wifi is being sucked into their rooms and Lord forbid that mother( the one who pays for everything) should have the audacity to ever want to a) use the wifi
b) watch networks
C) not make everyone including the teenagers multiple friends drinks when she is trying to do either a or b.
Oh and I'm a miserable, menopausal bugger if I say ' no you'd friends can't sleep over, yet again, because they do all of the above!
Grr.
Is it wrong to dream of the day they will have their own homes and I shall find peace?