Find a happy place, find a happy place, find a happy place....

I have! It's my bed - a brief respite from the chaos while the boys sleep. We had a lovely day yesterday apart from the final frontier - bathtime - during which James decided to shriek non-stop at full blast while William found out he could pull down his nappy, full of the most hideous, sticky, smelly, revolting poo he could possibly have produced, and proceed to step it into as much of the carpet and surrounding furniture as possible. It was at this point I totally lost it and bellowed for Eddie to STOP doing the DIY and come and help me! When we eventually wrestled both boys into bed it was just time for the results of Strictly Come Dancing and then as far as I was concerned I only had enough energy left to sink into the bath followed by bed. A life? I'm reliably informed this is one, but you wouldn't know it sometimes.

Today has been OK, it's my first alone and apart from a few clashes first thing (at which point I headed out into the fog with both sons strapped firmly into the Phil and Ted, closely followed by Molly), James refusing to go down to sleep at lunchtime and Will just refusing to eat lunch. Again. Things have gone relatively smoothly.

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