Master 2 always complains that his life is tough whenever I simply ask him to pack away his toys, help with getting his clothes into the laundry and even a bath!
If only they knew how tough life really is haha.
The exasperation, the pouts, the tantrums.
All heart breaking yet I can’t help but giggle as I walk away for a few minutes.
Do any of you mumma’s experience the same thing with your children?
How do you go about it?
Posted anonymously, 22nd August 2015