I must be more aware of how my grumpy mood might affect the children. After thumping around upending jars of change and failing to find enough £1.75s for dinner money, Boy Two sidled up and offered two sticky coins: “I’ll pay for my dinner today mummy.” Ouch.
Perhaps a little more praise would help. Alongside the entirely arbitrary award of fictitious Billy Banana Brain badges for general foolishness, I’ve introduced Mummy’s Herograms. They love them.
Shhh, don’t tell Panther of News, but I quite miss Boy Three when he’s not here even if it does mean I can get some work done.