They are driving me round the bend.
dd1 has just turned 4. Strops about, refuses to eat stuff she used to like, messing around at bedtime and in the night (I am averaging 3 hours a night atm).
dd2 is 2. Every. Single. Thing. Is. A. Battle. And I mean EVERYTHING. Whether her socks are the 'wrong' colour, or she doesn't like her coat, or her carrots are chopped 'wrong', I spend the whole fockin day being a referee and trying to stop tantrums.
And I am heartily sick of it.
I love them obviously and they are gorgeous yadda yadda yadda
But I am sooooooooooooooooooooo glad I work atm (even though I can hardly keep my eyes open).
How can I make them nice Waltonesque children?
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