BEDTIME. At the minute bedtimes in our house is something we all absolutely dread.
The boys mess around and scream blue murder like I'm literally killing them.
They don't want to get undressed, don't want a shower, don't want to get our the shower. I have to pin them down (once I find them as one has usually hidden somewhere) and I just end up turning into a raging crazy lady who pretty much looses it.
This pic sums up how they deal with crazy lady mummy.
Calvin makes me feel guilty, crys harder saying I'm making him sad cos I've shouted at him and quivers away like he's bloody scared! And then there's Kieran, who im sure thrives from seeing me rage and gets a kick out of being naughty 😤
It's taken me nearly an hour to get them in bed... I'm hoping this is a phase. One which passes sharpish!