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A really good day today - alarm call is the usual my four and a half year old climbing into bed with me. Then my 12 year getting into it too.

The usual fight ensues - you know the kind: "Mum he's stuck his feet on my side", "I've got no bed he's pinched it all", "Mum shes got all the duvet", "I want to be on that side" and "I cant hear the T.V." cos he/she is "breathing to loud". We all know that kind of start to the day.

Then there's breakfast, ask the little one, "coco pops" he says - you ask the big one, she says "I'm not hungry yet I'll have it later", then we all know what happens next - "I dont want any either" says the little one.........

OMG I love mornings!

So I go in the shower - giving them a warning to be nice to each other.......

What do you reckon, were they nice to each other? Of course not! By the time I come out (and I don't know about you, but i've got it down to a fine art, 5 mins at the most) its "mum she's hit me", "mum he nipped me". Or sometimes you dont even manage to get out the shower and in comes the little one - "Mum she wont let me watch Cbeebies" or "she's hit me"!

All this before 7am - I feel sorry for my neighbours.
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