“Maybe we should bring the buggy!!” came bellowing from Just outside my bedroom door.
Seriously Mum, please just bugger off for a few minutes. You were down stairs a second ago, why the hell can you not stay there for just a few minutes!!!
I can’t get any flipping time alone with my straighteners this weekend. Between OH and mum being here. I could scream!!!!
I’m a mess, and I desperately need to burn.
I’m feeling defeated again.