I don't have them and and don't have any intention of having them, but to those of you who do, I salute you.I've just spent virtually the whole weekend with The Demon's niece and nephew, 2 and 3 respectively, and I am more exhausted, mentally and physically, than at any time that I can remember.
Play guitar, play Ben 10, play fighting, play horses, play football, play Power Rangers, draw pictures, paint faces, dance, dance more, eat food, spit food, sing, play bouncy castle, go pee pee, dance again, cry for a bit, play Star Wars, play fighting again, hide, seek, hide & seek, dance a bit more, repeat until bored, etc etc, on and on, ad infinitum.
'Knackered' is an understatement at this point, so I think it'll be a bath and an early night.
Thank God for the amber nectar that is Kronenbourg 1664 premium French lager
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This made me smile. That wicked sort of all-knowing smile that only people (silly!) enough to have a few kids would know. It's a bloody circus but you get quite oblivious to it on a daily basis.
My brother however does not have kids and he just spent a weekend with my three. Mum said he put himself to bed last night at 8.30pm before commenting that "those kids wear a person out, eh?"
Your day job must be lookin' like not such a bad spot to be hey!!
Welcome to my world. Guantanamo Bay with children as the jailers...
"We're going on a bear hunt, we're going on a bear hunt . . . "
It's different when they're your own. You soon adapt and before you know it -
No. I can't go on. For all that it can be a thoroughly fulfilling and uplifting experience it's still mentally and physically exhausting!
my world much
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