Today was one of those days where i realised how much we, as parents, do for our children with absolutely no fucks given by them.
Buy them nice things for them to leave outside, in the dirt and the rain. Or use the awesome toys we buy them as weapons for siblings heads. Or my walls.
We slave away cleaning all day for them to mindlessly spill cups of milk on our freshly mopped floors. To walk around with food after repeatedly being told to sit down, now the floor is covered in crumbs.
To cook nutritious meals, even going to the effort to hide vegetables, only for them to turn up their cute little noses and demand biscuits before they've even tasted said meal.
To do the dreaded grocery shop so they dont starve, only to have them squish half the food in the trolley by the time we make it to the checkout. To scream and carry on when they see confectionery items. To houdini out of the trolley straps when your back is turned.
Is this enough examples for you? Tonight i am done, bedtime cannot come a minute too soon and i know theres going to a drama with one of them. I really hope im not the only parent who feels this sometimes, that would be plain awkward.
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