I already said here tonight my dd is spoilt rotten. I also said I have no life really, just kids fighting.
I told both of them to tidy their rooms. Ds refused. (and he's the good one).
Jokingly, he rolled off the sofa and we tickled him to death, laughing his head off. All was well until with no warning he threw his phone at the wall and it broke into pieces. I didn't get it, we were all laughing up until this point. He said it was because our dog bit him (I was there doh, the dog did not bite him, he was pulling tug o war with ds's sock).
Give fucking up....I want to run away.