Living with a toddler.
My week summed up in a song – sung to the tune of Row, row, row the boat (multiple verses).
Piss, piss, piss mum off, what else can I do?
To make her loose her sh*t today, I know, I’ll bury her shoe.
Stop, stop, stop she shouts, you’re covering them in dirt,
I don’t care, she makes life unfair, I’m going to bury some more.
Oh, oh, oh dear no, I think I’ve gone too far,
The cloth, the shoes, the dolly were fine, but now I’ve buried her bra.
No, no, no she yells, Stop burying my things!
Ok, ok, I’ll stop it now (right after I’ve buried your rings…)