There are some key advantages to being five.
baby
Slapped in the face with a raw, wet kipper….
Dear teacher,
I feel we have formed a bond over the last five weeks and I can move past writing to you in diary form and just address you direct. I am here as the ghost of school days future, appearing in front of you as warning to appreciate the present and don’t do as I did and waste the time you had. You know how twin boy and girl went to stay with their nanny for two weeks and he who helped create them and I got to stay home alone with beautiful baby; well guess what I did?
Parental Happiness Is….
Parental Happiness is…
Exiting the house before 9am without suffering a sore throat from all that shouting.
Struggling into a pair of size twelve jeans without a five year old asking why don’t you buy clothes that fit?
Tale of Terror
Two of the things I find most stressful in life are hearing BB cry and being useless to help and driving in London city centre.
Today I got to drive through London city centre with BB screaming in the back. Its a wonder I survived.
The Battle of the Bathroom…
I glanced at my watch, I needed to leave the house at 12.45pm and it was fast approaching 12.10pm. My bag was by the door filled with its usual goodies ranging from nappies to wipes to excess loo roll in case anyone got caught short or had a sneeze of epic proportions. I was dressed, each of the children were dressed, we were all calmly eating Omelettes for lunch. In theory nothing should prevent us leaving the house on time; I even paused for a moment merrily contemplating the ridiculous concept that we may be able to start our journey early.
Then I made a mistake of great magnitude.