As we climbed into bed last night, relishing the warm duvet against our cold skin I turned to he who helped create them and said ‘shall we do nothing tomorrow, have a rest day, maybe not even get dressed?’ Half asleep already he turned and replied ‘yes’ and then wandered off to dreamland.
all thanks to a chap named Dave
Twin girl is growing up too quickly, she adds on an inch a day, without heels, and her intelligent outlook on life means she refuses to be fobbed off with fantastical stories unless you ensure you have covered all the details so it passes the plausibility tes
BB gets a bed guard
When you have children you give up hope of having a stylish home and instead you are forced to move all ornaments above little head height after a reluctance acceptance that the word ‘no’ falls on deaf ears for the first twelve years. Your kitchen gets overtaken by strange sterilizing cylinders which seem to serve…
The A team meets Postman Pat
Potentially the most stressful time of my day falls between eight fifty and eight fifty-five. The time most commonly referred to as drop off. To any non owners of school age children reading this ‘drop off’ is not the time where us tired frustrated mothers hang our beloved offspring over a cliff edge and ‘drop em…