That's me, that is.
Today I have shouted A LOT to make them get ready in the morning.
DS2 (15 months) has had no fewer than five, yes FIVE "serious" tumbles, culminating in a bloody lip. He literally will NOT stop climbing and unless I'm following him around during every waking moment he will find something to sodding fall off.
The two older DCs refused to eat any of their supper...again. As they do any night that I don't make beans or scrambled eggs on toast.
Fuck sake.