you can never win

its been a quiet few weeks so I haven't had any cause to write but bottling up all the agro is no way to combat anything.
I had taken the attitude of "Serenity Now" but even that's wearing off!

There is only so much a person can swallow and brush under the carpet, eventually somethings gotta give. The kids, bless 'em don't know any better so when I try and do the right thing and let the mrs sleep in, I take them downstairs and occupy them with toys and sweets only to be bellowed at from above that they should be having breakfast. But they don't want breakfast do they, they want bloody sweets.
Now the worst thing I can do is fall asleep and leave them to their own devices because anything can happen.
This time I thought I was wide awake and would play with them till mummy woke up, all was well for the first hour and then they were happy watching the tweenies on TV. So I thought ok they are happy I'll just nod off on the couch next to them.

Big Big mistake.

Half an hour later I hear a shriek of "Oh my god".

The wife is up and caught the kids with the contents of 2 massive bean bags spread all over the house. The place looked more like an indoor ski resort.
No doubt who got the bollocking for that.

4hrs of vacuuming and sweeping and it was almost done. I still see the odd white ball floating around.
Ever since then anytime I try to tell the kids off and get some support, I just get told off instead.
I'm telling you the kids are having a whale of a time coz they seem to think its funny getting their dad shouted at by mummy.
So there it is, our discipline is out of the window with the kids coz they get away with it. I suppose the only time they get told off is when I'm not home.... best stay at work then.
The thing is, I hate being at work as well so there is no escape. I mean I can leave work at 5 and all the way home think of fun things to do. Once I get home its very different though because if everyone is in a good mood then we all get along. Until that is I step out of line or get one of the kids all riled up. But if the kids are not eating or running riot, I get acosted as soon as the door shuts behind me.
"Oh will you just get them to eat something"
But try as I might to explain the methodology of 'eat at dinner time or don't eat at all', it never works.
"No they can't go to bed hungry" I'm told.
But they're not bloody hungry if they don't want to eat, but she'll give them a cake instead. Common sense that's what i put it down to, and wives, not women, wives, don't have much. They do, when you're not around but once you come home its like that common sense part of the brain just shuts down.
That's my rant for today, lets see what happens later this week.