So it's 6:30 I'm hanging my washing out and I've just tolerated a 30minutes tantrum through gritted teeth.. dd appears at the back door snotty and red faced and tries her luck for an ice lolly for breakfast,wtf?!?!? Well I couldn't be bothered to argue and after having already been up an hour and her been a nightmare I just grunted that she'd have to get it herself, she did.. she then appeared at the back doos and asked for shreaded wheat when she finished her lolly because "...Callppo's aren't really breakfast are they mummy"
Cheeky little bug*er
Today I am being a bad mummy because I just can't be bothered.