My son is complaining that its hot, he is complaining that I don't give him proper food, (apparently all his friends get take aways from McDonalds), he's bored, he doesn't like the music playscheme or the swimming pool I took him to, he wants new shoes. He feels tired, he doesn't want to go bed, apparently all his friends go to bed at 10pm and I ought to be reported to the nspcc for attempting to make him go to bed at 8pm. (Except that he won't shut up and go to sleep)
In olden days my son would have had a good smack on the bum now. I am playing on the computer ignoring cries, mummm its unfair, I want to go on the PC.
I have just shouted like a harpie.... BED! I think if he pops his head round the door again in the next ten minutes or asks to go the toilet again, I shall be close to commiting child abuse.
Can I go and live on a desert island until term time?