Beth wanted to paint. I desperately couldn't be bothered, but I set it up anyway and she painted. Then she got angry and threw a paint brush at me. Bath time. Beth doesn't like baths much, but I reminded her she can pour with her cups and she agreed to have a bath. We played with cups and had fun. Then she screamed like she was being murdered because I had to wash her hair. She got out and we had a cuddle and I said sorry for having to force her to have her hair washed. Aww, she loves me again. She reminded me I'd promised her a cup of tea, so off we went downstairs. Oh look, daddy's home. Beth snuggled up on the sofa with a blanket watching the bedtime hour. I gave her her cup of tea. She screamed at me and threw the tea. Thank god for sealed cups. Fuck sake. Five minutes later I'm realising she's going to bed soon and I'll miss her. I asked Beth if she wanted a cuddle. She said no. No cuddle. Want to cuddle daddy. Daddy. Fucking daddy. Why do I bother.