Why My Daughter Is Slowly Sending Me Insane I just don't get it. I'm a pretty awesome mum. I treat my kid well. I'm fair, loving and all too often a total soft touch. I make sure she's fed, clothed and surrounded by all the latest "oh god mum I must have that or I shall wither away into a pathetic shell; a mere shadow of my former self. Look it sparkles!" toys/random useless shit. So why is it I'm about to give up and gibber in a corner? Because the living floor cannot be seen. It can't be seen because its covered in the aforementioned random must have shit and she isn't picking it up. Threaten to throw it away? She shrugs. Shout until my throat is bleeding? She's gone deaf. I'm off to find my floor, and hope that some random shit hasn't grouped together and formed an army intent on claiming any free carpet space as its territory.