A day in the life

6pm I arrive home after a 12-hour day on the road and in the office. The baby, LS, is naked on the floor. The boy, BB, is jumping from one sofa to the other, dangerously close to LS’s head. HM is whining about her pyjamas which are not pink. I rush to pour myself a glass of wine. Then feed the baby.
7pm Jungle Book is on – again. Nobody watches.
8pm Bigger two are finally asleep.
9pm Baby awake. Grumpy.
10pm Baby awake. Niggly.
11pm Baby awake. Whingy.
12pm Baby awake. Screaming.
12.15pm BB wakes up screaming. HM wakes up. Husband fast asleep. I scream. Nobody notices.
12.30pm HM gives up the whine and sweetly says:”Daddy’s got worms in his ears” and goes back to sleep.
1pm BB finally asleep. Baby drifts off. I read, and sleep.
3am Baby wakes.
5.30am Baby wakes. I can’t get up.
6.30am I have to get up. Husband is going to an early meeting and BB and HM need to get to school – somehow. My lovely nanny has gone to the clinic.
8am Manage to get the children a lift to school.
9.15am My husband returns with colleague to take care of the baby, while I take care of myself and go to work.
9.45am At work, with Vida coffee in hand. All is well. Peace – for now.