I know I have lots to be grateful for, and today is no different from any other day, but it just seems to be getting on top of me today.
My belongings are no longer my own. My DC think my handbag, makeup and jewellery are an extension of the dressing up box.
All the clothes in my wardrobe have been pulled off the hangers, because they play hide and seek there.
The legs of my jeans are covered in snot, despite my best efforts at being permanently armed with a tissue.
My good saucepans have dinges in them.
My Roberts radio is banjaxed (wedding gift - wail).
There are only so many high cupboards, locked cupboards and closed rooms that you can have.
It is largely down to my DS. My DD would never have thought up the inventive ways he finds to be destructive.
Sigh. I know IABU and need to take a chill pill.