I’m sitting at the bottom of the stairs, defeated again by 3 boys who refuse to go to bed. I’ve just battled to get a nappy on two wriggly legs, and tirelessly shouted for the umpteenth time to stop turning on the light. I hate shouting at my little babies and always worry afterwards.
I’m reposting this blog, as reading it here, in my vulnerable tired state, made me cry. I’m going to tip toe back upstairs, instead of marching, and will kiss and cuddle each gorgeous boy to sleep. Thanks for bringing me back to reality.