so ashamed, i just want to run away from my son.

[dissle]

Am at end of tether.
am so depressed with him i cant look at him, havent been able to all day.

makes me feel sad and very down.

went to a friends and he and his pal spat ribena all over her cream carpets, a tumbler full each.

emptied every drawer nand cupbourd out in her bedroom.

has "lost" some ewhere in her house a precious peice of jewelry given to her by her mum before she died.

wa shouting at the dinner table "its discgusting, its disgusting" the food she served.

wa shorribel and naughty.
hasnt been brought up to act like this at all.
hes 4, pal is 4.
we were in the kitchen, she said they were allright to play when we said we were worried about what they were up to....friend went to check on them.
he is wekll and truly punished, cant even look at him am so angry andf so ashamed.

ok iget it, only 4,

wont be going again...

ate full abr extra large of galaxy chocolate and scrubbed my kitchen to within an inch todya because of stress.

the boy is a BEAST

Haven't you ever had evil urges though?

Every time I see a cream carpet, I want to draw on it with lipstick, or flip a plate of tikka onto it, or (yes!) spray Ribena with my mouth.

Gawd, imagine being four, with absolutely NO self control.... the only thing in mind to make patterns on the empty canvas and make your pal laugh.

I bet it looked better with Ribena sprayed anyway

FUKING HELL....no!!!!!!!

IT CAME OUT LUCKILY, YOU COULDNT TELL, ALL THREE OF US ON OUR KNEES WITH VANISH.
it came out ok...thank fuk.

condoms were funny...out of date

heheheheehe.

no i DO NOT have the urge to smeer chocolate cake into he shagpile,
no id ont have the urge to run around it in my wellies after walking round the garden ..in the ..rain...in the mud.
NONONO NO

If I ever have food/drink in the vicinity of a cream carpet I go all wobbly like that Julie Walters' character carrying the bowls of soup...

I just simply don't understand cream carpets. even if you don't have kids.

Reminds me of that film, Drop Dead Fred, when Rik Mayall is bouncing all over the Mother's cream three piece suite singing

"Dog poo, dog poo, lovely lovely dog poo, lovely lovely smelly dog poo! Smear it over here, stamp it over there, lovely lovely smelly dog poo!"

And the little girl, aged about 4, is doubling over with laughter.

We ALL have a little Drop Dead Fred inside us, but when we are four we don't suppress him because he's our best friend!

in acorn antiques!?

hyperventilate and hope to levitate and float over it....

So, in the end:
the stain came out of her carpets.
Her things can be put back into cupboards.
He ate the food she cooked.

The only outstanding thing is the jewellery, which will probably turn up somewhere.

Is that so horrendous?

nah, not so horrendous oranges, when you put that logical slant on it.
thanks hun, just what i needed to see and hear. feel better, might go and kiss him.
tomorow will be better.

i am dropdeadfred...i have those urges...but thoroughly understand your embarassment at your ds..i'd have died.

thanks every one, ave kissed the beast,
all is well.