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
