Yep my ds was an angel, seriously I was so fucking smug, he hit four and the --what me and dp call 'inner bastard'-- terrible twos came and punched us upside the head, dd it was turning 3. They can be so vile, yesterday she kicked over ds' bowl with his snack in and stamped it into the rug, for NO reason seriously totally unprovoked. And the way ds looks at me, and the tone of voice I'm treated to, well there are just no words.
Kids can be bloody horrible. And everyday I say thank you to their teachers as I collect them, little do they know I'm thanking them for another day that the time they have them has prevented me from totally loosing the plot!
shaky I would do it if it wasn't the fact that getting rid of the spare sky box stops dp from wanting to wire it up to a different room each day, we have magic eye sky in our bedroom that's all we need dp
Dd is off nursery tomorrow and off to Grandmas, me and dp are going shopping I'm really looking forward to it although I'm stupidly stressed about getting everything done in time. All the little jobs I keep putting off now suddenly need doing and I spent the whole time dd was at nursery today asleep! Argh I annoy myself.