2. There is a ball under Every. Single. Surface in the house.
Including your feet while you’re cooking, when you’re walking through the house precariously balancing a pile of ironing in your arms or when you’re sat on the loo. I’m not exaggerating.
This photo was me literally lifting up the duvet to reveal under his bed.
LOOK at how dirty that one rugby ball is . . . *grimaces*
3. You have to navigate the fug of Lynx spray to get in to their room.
It’s preferable to the fug of teenage boy body odour, let’s be honest.
And how many years has Lynx Africa been going? Is it some kind of right of passage for teenage boys to use it?
4. Your TV is neither big enough or close enough for any game on the Xbox.
If you ask him to take a few steps back because, you know, that’s a bit too close, he looks at you like it’s the craziest idea you’ve ever had.
5. You constantly run out of food as they raid the fridge mere minutes after they’ve eaten a full English roast dinner. A meal that was the same size if not bigger than yours.
My food bill is huge. I never ever seem to have enough food in the house. Ever.
6. They own the world’s supply of trainers, which they spend hours researching and coveting. And not a single pair of them are clean and not a single pair of them have their laces undone. Ever.
Does it really take THAT much time doing up and undoing laces?
7. How many pairs of skinny jeans does one child actually need? Is it a uniform?