This is lighthearted before anyone takes it too seriously
So before kids I was desperate for them, thought I’d be like Maria Von Trapp and love every second.
Kids are now 7 & 3 and I’ve had enough of playdoh, CBeebies, being used as a human climbing frame.
Yesterday I hid in my en suite bathroom pretending to the kids I was having a poo because I was secretly eating a mars bar a didn’t want to share with them 
Currently dreaming of being 20-something and on a beach sipping cocktails 

Also I’ve heard the word “snack” for the 5678th time this morning already and it’s only 9am