The First Day

Today was my first day alone with the three children.  You know what? Three kids are bloody hard work.  I must have run up and down the stairs 50 times.   I ran out of soya milk for coffee after cup number one, so those stairs were extra hard work.  

There were tears, tamntrums (none by me, fortunately), a remote control, a shirt, a packet of crisps and a bottle of hand soap thrown out of windows, but we survived. And as we slide towards bedtime for at least 2 of the children, I am going to choose this as my memory of today:




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