When I ever get home from a holiday which has been a long time I go into the foetal position rocking for 2 weeks trying to figure out how in earth my kids who act Reasonably normal when at home turned into absolute animals who would throw tit at you and hiss if you looked wrong at them on the holiday! We went on many a sun holiday and it was a meal , crazy golf or whatever arcade shite, kids night and a drink in the room. Never had a drink by day. Off to the bleeping water parks, the wildlife parks and anything else the bastards wanted ![Face with tears of joy :joy: 😂](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/gh/joypixels/emoji-assets@5.0/png/64/1f602.png)
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but they were always our top priority. No matter what we did we were the worst parents to them ever so you can’t win. But I swear getting dolled up and going up to the town instead of the kids activities is low and what is Paula smoking!! Looks like she stuck her hand in a socket
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![Face with tears of joy :joy: 😂](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/gh/joypixels/emoji-assets@5.0/png/64/1f602.png)
![Face with tears of joy :joy: 😂](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/gh/joypixels/emoji-assets@5.0/png/64/1f602.png)