Six years ago I’d be doing a little dance and staying up late, looking forward to my lie ins over the weekend. Sigh, those were the days.
Now we take turns as to who gets up at 5:30 with the monster and tomorrow it’s my turn as I’m hoping to be allowed to sleep in on Sunday after a meal out with some school mums, eight of which I’ve never met.
So forgive me Oh, Survival List. For I am leaving the toys on the floor and the dishwasher unemptied/unfilled to snuggle up in my bed. (We survived taking both kids to a party tonight which was extremely loud and, well if you’ve experienced them you’ll know) hetic.