I honestly never thought I'd get to the point where I'd be fantasising about soft play like it's a Caribbean holiday, but here we are. 2.5 year old and 4 week old, neither slept last night, the toddler is being impossibly whiny as a result. The baby cries every time I put him down. It is chucking it down but I know I'll have to get us all wrapped up and out at some point otherwise DS1 will go totally uncontrollably manic. The thought of another trudge in the rain makes me want to cry. I would honestly empty the bank account to go to soft play so that DS1 could run around and use up his energy in the warm, and I could sit and feed the baby with a coffee that would probably be horrible but I wouldn't care because I wouldn't have to make it. DS1 could even eat some food that I neither prepared nor tidied up after. I am honestly misty-eyed at the thought. Anyone else got some properly, properly tragic fantasies?