Oh help before I go insane, perhaps I have, perhaps its me! Tell me the truth girls. Ok, tonight we got home from Canterbury at 8.20pm, James and Rebecca had a dress rehearsal at the theatre for their show tomorrow. We were told under 10s could be picked up at 7pm, so we did. When I went in Rebecca gave me a hard time, said all her friends were staying until 9pm, I said we had to go, as we had to pick Thomas up and we wouldnt get home until gone 10pm and it was too late, tomorrow night the show doent finish until 9pm so they need some sleep! Got home, made snack for them supper for us. 9.10pm asked them to go to bed, she screams why should she, Thomas locks himself in the bathroom, Harry bawls. I am on the phone to my brother to make arrangements about where he can park nr the theatre as he will take my mum who cant walk far. Harry storms into the kitchen, doesnt know who I am talking too and bawls at me, you had better go upstairs, your daughter needs you, shes crying her heart out! When I got off the phone I went up, talked Tom Tom out of the bathroom, he had James new lego and pulled it to bits. Now James is crying. Go into Becca, sit on her bed and try to reason with her, then as I could smell weey knickers(she is very bad about cleaning herself, even bought her little liners) I said in a quiet voice so the boys didnt hear that she must go in the bathroom, clean herself and put clean pants back on, then go to sleep. She screams at me, hate you hate you, this is followed a a scream from the boys room, Thomas runs out with a huge cut under his left eye, James had throw a wooden rifle at him!! Harry is now at full throttle, blames it all on me and takes the spare duvet and is obviously spending the night down here, is it me?