Oh, and on a non-sexy motherhood related rant, I have just totally lost it with the little shits Floppers. Why the hell can they not either get in or ignore each other? I'm sick of the sniping. I threatened to lock them in their rooms, upon which DD (9 and with a death wish) declares she hasn't got a lock. Cue me in menacing tone, " I will find one and fit it myself"
I now have wine and am giving not one more f*ck.