Mum too was watching the kids race and shouted with pure joy "look at Sunbeam go, she's flying." Time stood still and she saw only me. Her little girl. "Look at Sarah's legs go, she's going to catch that bairn." I looked at the happiness radiating from her frail frame and realised i was already bottling up this moment as a future memory to treasure.
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?!
As I escort Eden through the house; dodging her self made obstacle course, the stench hits again. Internally questioning where to even begin with cleaning this up, I look across at my Cream sofa and I’m greeted with what can only be described as a mammoth sized poo on my seat! Oh man, Shit just got real!!
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!!
The most expensive part of raising my 3 delightful but equally challenging children is the quantity of prosecco and gin it takes! And oh boy did it take a lot!
Happiness is a Sunbeam 