LEGO!!

I do not know whether to shake the man's hand or bury him in a rather deep grave! 

Today, melt down over the Lego house that my son built all because it fell apart! 

I struggle enough to get both my kids out of bed in the morning! 

This normally consists of the light going on at 7:15, knocking on the door and annoying singing "do you wanna build a snowman" which is usually followed by "leave me alone".  I then attempt to threaten them with cold water, at which point I turn the bathroom tap on so they think the threat is real and finally the window is opened, causing a cold draft!

Eventually, the top bunk, Katie, (her surname is Bunker and so very appropriate) awakes and starts to move while the bottom is still pretending to be asleep under the covers!

After the drama of just waking them up, the next stage "GET DRESSED" is virtually impossible.  At 8 months pregnant, I do not have the same patience as I once had before - I am sure both the husband and kids would argue I have never had any to being with!!!!

Finally after a few, screams, yelps, for "fuck sakes" and "that's your lot", they are dressed and have done everything from the chart I created to help them get ready in the morning - YES THEY NEED VISUAL CHARTS TO REFER TO, they now have some free time.  Of course I suggest reading a book quietly, this never happens or ends in another argument involving my daughter yelling that Jack wants to read one of his books and they end up shouting over each other!

My saving grace has always been the Lego. Jack would sit quietly, play and be content. NOT TODAY! The Lego can go to hell!  Jack builds a tower, the tower is knocked over, the crying and the temper of throwing the hole contents of the Lego box at his sister caused chaos in my household.  Definitely not worth it!  God only knows what my neighbours think of me.  I have seen the looks and know they think I am a complete an utter raving lunatic!

THE TOWER THAT JACK BUILT

This is all before my joyous penultimate day at work, where I then share my woes of parenting with my unsympathetic colleagues who hear it everyday and now thanks to my blogs, they can never escape despite my last day being a mere 24 hours away! (mahahaha evil laugh).

So, a message to the man who made Lego, thanks, but no thanks - this is one battle I don't want to have to deal with again!

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