“Look mummy,” said Lola, as I dashed past her in a frantic hunt for last year’s sun hats. “I’m sharing.”
“That’s nice darling,” I replied absent-mindedly.
So happy was I that the two little ones were not fighting/snatching/crying/clinging onto my legs that I failed to take the time to see what they were actually doing.
That was mistake number one.
I’ve heard other parents say that when the kids are quiet and seem to be playing together nicely then chances are they are up to no good.
I don’t buy that.
At least I didn’t use to.
That was mistake number two.
On this particular Monday morning, the morning where I learnt yet another lesson in humility, I was dashing around the house trying to organize packed lunches and sunhats and sunscreen for the older girls’ summer camp on top of the usual crap (nappies/wipes/milk/water/dummies/snacks/toys) that I always have to load under the stroller for the little ones just-in-case.
Cliff was away. And I was taking care of all four kids single-handedly for a few days. Which meant I hadn’t had a minute to myself for two whole days. And which is why I am hoping that you won’t judge me too harshly for what I am about to reveal.
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