parenthood Walk past child in corridoor as we come in from laugh a minute trek around sainsburys, carrying heavy bags (always carry more than is confortable in stupid attempt to get the whole thing done quicker). So arms hurting carrier bag straps cutting into flesh, of course we live in the upstairs flat so stairs still to go. did i mention howling rain and wind outside having had to park miles from house?, child dawdling in front of me, so step past child. Child remains in (shared) coridoor. Shouts: 'You are in front of me. I'm not in the lead. I'm not in the lead I'm not in the lead' Descends into angry tears lies on floor screaming, until carried still screaming inside. Later, attempting to leave house to pick up other child from school. Screams: 'Not wearing socks. no socks. no no no no' Fetch tights from upstairs.. screams'Not those tights. sparkly tights' Hops up and down to emphasise point. fetch more tights. Urge at this stage to shout something really bad at child or use brute force really really strong. attempt to remain calm. Eventually leave after converation continues in this style for several minutes. Arrive at school 10 minutes late, other child crying on mat as is last to be called by teacher.manage to make out 'I thought you weren't coming' through sobs. Friends at dinner later. one says: 'So you're not working at all just looking after the two of them?' NOT F*CKING WORKING? Dont f*cking patronise me with your easy life breeze of a rewarding career. Grown up people talk to you in a grown up way and actually listen to some of what you say. You use your computer for other things than CBeebies. and you get to visit the toilet without an entourage enquiring into what exactly you are doing and trying to sit on your lap whilst you do it. AND you get paid!