It’s Saturday night and I’m sewing. But after a day of cooking, cleaning and refereeing small people, and without the luxuries of weekend childcare or surplus energy, this is as rock n’ roll as its gets. I’m even wearing a onesie. (God, I wish I was 23 again!)
I’ve felt so tired today that I was very happy to let the local library entertain my gang after school with a free Harry-Potter themed craft making workshop. As it’s nigh on impossible to find an activity they ALL like to do these days, I’ve now realised that if I piled tissue paper, pipe cleaners and cotton wool balls onto the kitchen table each day, there would be a lot less arguing. That said, having watched what happens when Niamh is let loose with a glitter dispenser and some PVA, I don’t think I could cope with the mess.