Woke today to the dc arguing over setting the table. It's their one chore and they always argue over it.
DS had to be prised off the iPad to help. They argued over breakfast.
Showered ds after breakfast and he got water in his eyes and screamed as if he'd been stabbed. He's 8, not 2.
Was so cross that I shoved the sponge at him and called him a baby and walked off.
Then I had a shower and dd left for her school trip without saying goodbye to me :( She's 11.
FFS. I hate mornings like this, and I hate feeling like a crap mum. And I hate the dc arguing All. The. Time. So wearing. And what if dd has an accident on the school trip? I didn't say goodbye :(