Where’s this childs manual?

Am I being pranked?

As much as I love my children, they drive me bonkers. I have to give them credit though, there is never a dull moment. Whether it is an unexpected drive to the hospital in the early morning hours, a call from the school, cause the dog we don’t have keeps eating their homework or the silly giggles and cuddle times we share, it is all worth it.

I have to admit, this is the one area of my life where I am the most clueless. I don’t know what I am doing, if it is right or if these children are even human. Teenagers are aliens, there, I have said it. Managing the house became a nightmare, chores are from the devil and I am most impress with myself if I manage to make out what they are talking about, what language is that?

Gosh, I think I can write a book on all the techniques I have tried to organise and raise the children into decent human beings. I still want to open an expensive bottle of wine every time they remembered to say thank you. After that I keep 911 on speed dial, what are they up to? They never say thank you.