OOh, lovely, lovely am rubbing my hands in anticipation at anonymously slagging off my kids. OK:
DS2 (3) yelling "Mummmmy!" urgently and repeatedly from the other end of the house. I arrive to find him reclining on the floor, hands behind his head, nonchalantly inspecting one of his slippers. When I get there and ask what he wants, he pauses significantly and then mutters, "me not dunno" and ambles off. This happens about 10 times a day. I know, I know, I need to sort that one.
DS1 (6) doing this weird, tourettes-like cross between a yell/scream suddenly for no apparent reason. Worse when he's with his school friends who all seem to do it too (so hopefully not actually Tourettes, otherwise a strange little enclave of sufferers locally).
Neither of them listening to a single, hot diggetty damn word I say. Having to ask over and over and over again to "get your shoes on", "get your coat on" 'please will you turn the telly down" etc etc. I remember adults saying "Am I invisible or something?" The thing is, I kind of sympathise with them at the same time. I want to not listen to anyone too!
What eeeelse....?
Oh yes, when they ask me to get them something and I'll tell them where it is and they say "You get it." So I say, (calmly and patiently, always) "No, if you want it, then you get it." and they reply "I don't want to."
As for all the early stuff with a baby and toddler, where it's raining and they won't get in the car and your back is breaking trying to strap them in and then the baby does a runny poo all down you and you're sweating profusely and already an hour late to go and meet some new competent NCT mums or something, the technique I developed to was to imagine that I was in a reality TV show or comedy sketch show and thousands, nay, millions of viewers were gasping in sympathetic horror at the just-how-bad-can-it-getness of it all. Made it feel just about bearable, even laughable. Though somehow, it never quite sounds like the funny story it's meant to when relayed through gritted teeth and slightly hysterical cackles to DH that evening. P'raps we both know the subtext is 'and that's why my day's been so much harder than yours."
OK, thanks - off now. Needed that.