I understand why so many people beat the living sh*t out of their kids!
Everytime I turn my back to tend to the baby or go toilet or anything the others are up to mischief. All day every f*cking day;leave your sister alone, leave the baby alone, do your homework, leave the cat alone. The sitting room is for sitting, if you want to run around shouting, go outside. If you're hungry sit down at the table to eat.
If I leave the baby to deal with the others it cries like it's been abandoned for hours. When I tend to the baby the others do everything they're not allowed to try to get attention.
It's a non-stop merry-go-round of mundane torture! I could happily walk out the door with the baby and never return. But then who would cook hubby's dinner and clean up after the human tornados??? No-one!
I feel like some kind of nanny-housekeeper-sexdoll hybrid.