I am fed up to my back teeth with the constant whinging cry of ‘but what can we doooooo’
All they really want to do is watch shit tv or fight each other. Or us.
They are perfectly capable of entertaining themselves. We have games, books, toys, paper and pens. They help with the cooking and household chores, they get some tv time, they play beautifully together about once a week, we play with them, we have family and alone time with them.
Yet the moment DH or I want to do something (like read the paper!) there’s endless cries of ‘We’re boooooored’ and ‘There’s nothing to dooooo’.
I get it. I do. Life is difficult at the moment and they’re missing school, their friends and activities.
But why oh why can’t they just PLAY NICELY? Why do we need to be involved in EVERYTHING? They are so lucky to have each other, and things to do, yet there seems to be zero appreciation for it.
I’m thinking of self isolating for a fortnight in the attic just to get some peace.
AIBU to think they should be entertaining themselves more?