Everyone is in for a treat when the new Nanny McPhee movie comes out next week. It is a delight for kids and adults, it has the word poo in it, a lot, which is obviously hilarious, dancing piglets, mud, bombs, flying motorbikes, beautiful English countryside, cowpats and Ewan McGregor.
But shove over Maggie Gyllenhaal, with your perfect Cath Kidston-esque dresses, beautiful hair, and gorgeous red lipstick, you quite clearly don't need a nanny.
I do!
The kids are squabbling, sulking, waking up too early, not eating enough fruit, not sleeping through the night, not doing as they are told, answering me back, getting through three sets of clothes a day, breaking expensive toys, making holes in their tights with their toe nails as they refuse to get them cut, wiping bogie's on the sofa, crying over whenever they don't get their own way...need I go on?
The husband, well, he isn't much better. He is leaving his pants on the floor, or the top of the wash basket - which is quite frankly, more frustrating than the floor. If he managed to walk from his side of the bed, to the wash basket, place the pants on top of said basket, then why not simply lift the lid and pop them in, whilst he's there? Arse! He is out playing football a lot, or watching football, he is leaving shoes by the back door, by the front door, on the stairs, at the bottom of the bed, that I trip over daily, he is leaving stinking sweaty football kit INSIDE the laundry basket, therefore making the whole lot of dirty washing smelling of B.O...Need I go on?
So, if anyone has Nanny McPhee's phone number, please supply me with it. I desperately need some magic....do you?
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