Im wondering how many more f*cking phases I have to endure before my children become civilised and functioning members of society? It seems like people have been telling me its just a phase! for the last fifteen bloody years. Not sleeping through the night is just a phase. Potty training and the associated accidents is just a phase. The tantrums of the terrible twos are just a phase. The picky eating, the back chat, the obsessions. The toddler refusals to nap, the teenage inability to leave their beds before 1pm without a rocket being put up their arse. The endless singing of Frozen songs, the dabbing, the weeks where apparently making them wear pants was akin to child torture. All just phases! When do the phases end though? WHEN?