I hate freaking school holidays
Come home - the house is a state
Walk in the door to the sounds of "What's for dinner"
Walk into my bedroom to find it has been ransacked as The Brat has been trying things on and 'borrowing' my stuff
Cups, plates, saucers , cutlery everywhere
Washing up piled up high
I am either going to rip her selfish head off her shoulders or lock myself away and ignore her