this thought has occurred to me on several occasions, yes
as a really tiny swipe, i used to wake up in the middle of the night, and bellow out nursery rhymes in my then yorkshire accent. i was too stupid to realise i could get out of bed (bonus) but that meant one parent had to get in with me, to shut me up. my mum said that on the occasions when she sent my dad, inevitably there would be shouting and a slammed bedroom door about 30 mins later, and then i would be sobbing on the landing.

i have every sympathy with him. i would have kicked myself down the stairs.
( rachelswipe with a fork, Fri 11 Oct 2013, 9:59, Reply)