It’s like banging your head against a brick wall and loving it.

Children. Arrrrrrrrgggghhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!

It’s never ending.

Pick up your Lego.

Put your clothes in the washing basket.

Put your dirty dishes in the sink.

Hang up your towel.

Come on, get ready, we have to go.

It’s time for your shower because you have to go to bed, it’s school tomorrow.

Pull the tongue out when you put your shoes on.

Make sure you keep everything tidy, I just got it clean. 5 minutes later…………..

The joys, the joys. You need all this shit like a hole in the head. Constant. Then you realise you sound EXACTLY like your mother when you were a kid !!! I think that’s the worst thing, to be honest. I can see why Grandparents are so jovial and always laughing. You did it to your parents, now you know what it’s like !!!

But then, when it’s all said and done, you can’t imagine life without them. My son might drive me crazy, but when he’s not around, I miss him to bits !! It’s a strange thing, being a parent.

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