Grabbing my bag and chucking in the usual essentials, my morning was already off to a chaotic start.
It was the first school run back of the new academic year, and, as usual, I’d left things until the last minute.
‘There, that’s better,’ I cooed to my one-year-old, Alice, as I sealed up her nappy. ‘Let’s see where your brother’s got to, shall we?’
Time was ticking, and I didn’t want my eldest, Harrison, age 10, to be late on his first day back.
I still had to get Alice’s breakfast sorted!
She had the same thing every morning, and absolutely loved it – hot Weetabix with plenty of milk.
By the end of the bowl, she’d always be screaming for more – I always joked she had hollow legs!…
