Look, I'm just going to come out and say it.
I'm over it.
I'm over the mess, the noise, the wet beds (theirs not mine), the sleepless nights, the crying, the fluff balls down the hall and the mess - oh have I said that already? I'm SO over the mess.
I'm over the week days, the weekends and especially the long weekends. I'm over the washing and the cooking.
I'm over the bickering, the whinging the negotiation, the mediation. I'm over the wee that always seems to be on the bathroom floor.
I'm over the sunshine, the rain, the heat the cool thewindtheoceanthetreestheskies.
Bloody hell, what a debacle.
There's one thing I'm not over, though. I'm not over Dave. I want to pack that kid up in the car with his surfboard and sunscreen (he's ever so sensible, none of this thanks) and run away. Just he and I for a couple of days. No responsibility, no deliciously cute children. No early mornings - only late nights, cold beer and fresh prawns.
But do you know what, it's just not going to happen. So i'll write my little ranty blog post, throw a silent little tantrum and get the hell over it.
Okay not done. Can you believe it was around this time last year that we made THIS announcement? #caseinpoint