the agony being not that of an alcohol induced hangover and flash backs of your bestie holding your hair back. No, those days are passed. Instead, you are treated to flash backs of your desperate for the toilet but half asleep child’s antics from the night before; questioning did I dream having to hold their boy bits in the direction of the toilet?!
You see any woman with ample cleavage will tell you when it comes to running those babies need to be strapped down...black eyes is a real risk. What I didn’t envisage was a bouncing bum bag happily clattering off my girl bits...and not in a pleasurable way!!
So this morning has been a toughie and if I’m going to be honest, tears have been shed. Having 3 children means mornings never pass without squabbles; personal highlights from this morning include bickering over bloody spoons and Noah begging me to get Eden to stop humming the greatest showman! However these are the mornings I quietly treasure, what followed this morning are the days I dread.
Happiness is a Sunbeam 