About three hours ago I was lying in bed, in lovely expensive linen, in a lovely holiday cottage, on the first night of our UK minibreak. I was listening to a storm, DH and DCs were asleep, smallest DC was happily asleep in the travel cot (usually sleeps in our bed at home), everyone had gone to bed early and I’d had a lovely bath on my own… I honestly thought I was in heaven. I was so happy.
Fast forward to 1am and the baby has vomited all over the travel cot, we’ve had to use several of the cottage’s pristine white towels to clean her up, the vomity mess (including cot mattress - which belongs to the rental) has all been hastily shoved in the bath, and now I am having to snuggle a sicky baby, on top of a scratchy towel.
I should not have been so delighted with everything earlier 