Let me just say that I am now VERY pregnant (8 days overdue in fact), with ankles the size of the M25 and am HATING this current heatwave with a disdain I usually reserve for N-Dubz.
Anyhow, my ds have been a major handful today from the moment they woke me up at 5.40am with shouts of 'I NEED a POO!' (DS1 is MORE than capable of taking himself to the toilet at any time of day, other, than it seems before 6am).
I have spent all day seemingly saying 'No', 'Don't do that', 'Stop hitting eachother', 'Listen to what I am saying', 'Listen to me' etc etc etc, variations on the same theme.
Each mealtime has been a fight - they are constantly egging eachother on to see who can be the naughtiest and goad me and DH the most.
Don't get me wrong, they are not normally angels by any means but today has been a novelty in terms of it's relentlessness.
Got to 6pm and both DH and I had had enough so took them up for a bath- cue further screaching, screaming, jumping on eachother, total disregard for anything we said. I stood DS1 in front of me to have a chat with him about his behaviour and how disappointed I am and throughout my whole speech he ground his foot down onto mine while DS2 jumped around laughing and doing ape impressions.
I burst into tears and have sent them both to bed with no stories, no cuddles etc. Both been silent since although I am dreading the inevitable 5am wake up call tomorrow.
Please, someone tell me that IANBU to sometimes find life with my children soooooooo hard that I count the seconds until I get them in bed.
And if anyone points out that in a matter of days, life is going to get so much more stressful for me with 3 to cope with, I will hunt you down and strangle you .