Wall art….
Normally in my house we make our own. Twin Boy once took it upon himself to decorate the wall on the stairs with red and blue crayons. As his parents we can clearly see the artistic genius in the carefully thought out scribbles, but for some reason visitors to the house see it as merely looking like a child drew badly on the wall.
The candles flickered in front of my eyes whilst the string quartet played beautifully beside them
You’ve changed…
You used to be reliable, I knew you would come and there you were, bang on seven o clock every single night of the week.
You would arrive and calm would descend upon the madness of my home. Silence would fill the space where children had been seen to battle and the soft scent of peace and quiet would dance round the lounge.
I need little excuse to show off my children on this blog….
So check out how cool they look in their new threads….
Daybreak murkily starts to edge its way into the room, tendrils of fog tap at the window telling me morning has begun. For a moment I lay silent in my …