THEN you go and see them all fast asleep, all cute and snuggly, looking like little angels, with their soft pink cherub cheeks, and their little cute sighs and mutterings, and you just want to wake them up and cuddle them??
Nah, me either!
It took me all day just to get some peace! No WAY am I starting another whinge fest before I've had 7 hours sleep and copious amounts of coffee and am ready to fight another day!
** I don't beat my kids with sticks. Or rulers, or baseball bats, or anything. I don't beat them full stop. But for some reason they find it hilarious when I answer any "Why?!" questions with "because I'll beat you with sticks/put you in the cellar (we don't have a cellar)/poke your eyes out with rusty spoons or blunt sticks". Don't ask me WHY they find this funny, I can only assume they've inherited my warped sense of humour....my particular favourite is when I listen to their very long explanations of what they want me to buy them (hahaha, yeah right!) and how they will earn the money for it, or how I can sell my possessions to raise the money (and again, hahaha yeah right!), and I sit looking convinced and making the appropriate "uh huh" noises of someone who is taking their plea for toys very seriously indeed, only to get to the end and just say "well, that was a very convincing pitch you put in there bud, but...nope! Never gonna happen. But excellent speech!". They laugh and laugh and laugh....then they realise I'm being serious..... 😘