IT is Christmas Eve. All I want to do is to go to bed and sleep all day but I have two small children and Things To Do. I hate Things To Do.
‘I’ll get up, get dressed and get organised, I thought as i forced myself out of bed this morning. ‘I’ll write a list! A THINGS TO DO LIST. And I shall do all the things.’
WHEN I was pregnant for the first time I was obsessed with getting everything ‘ready for the baby’.
‘I will write a list.’ I declared a month before my daughter was due to arrive. ‘You can’t go wrong with a list.’
I recently found the list in question and discovered that pre-motherhood I was an idiot (and slightly obsessed with One Born Every Minute). Continue reading