I love my children and wouldn't have it any other way. But every now and then I indulge in a little "what would I be doing right now if I had no children" daydream. I was up this morning at 5.45 in the pitch black with 2 y/o, the other two followed not long after. I can't help thinking how much I'd love to still be asleep in bed and planning a chilled day of doing whatever I want. Alas, soft play it is.