The fucking moan and whinge constantly, i mean nothing i do is good enough, today's drama was the wrong sized cardigan but every morning it's something different.
The play up going to bed, the play up watching tv if you try and play a game or a jigsaw with them they fight.
I just want to pack my things and leave, if i talk to hubby he's fucking useless, don't sweat the small stuff, don't let them get to you.
I shout, i say things i don't mean to them and i know this is partly my doing but honestly i started out with such good intentions and high hopes and now i just don't want to be part of this family any more.