The Bank Holiday was quiet, really quiet. Hubby had to work and Teen Boy was at his boarding school, so I had Teen Girl asleep half of the day and the small people playing nicely almost all day.
Yes, I did say that – almost all day. I know, miracle, right? There was a wobble when I *persuaded* them to play outside for half an hour and B protested, loudly, but it happened. And then it all went a bit pear-shaped in the evening, but basically it was a good day.
Last night however. Urgh. Poor M was visited by the Anxiety Fairy, repeatedly. Which meant I kept getting woken up too, to reassure her that her tummy pains were most likely because she was anxious about school after a three day weekend, and not because she was likely to be sick. It’s not easy being awake enough at 3…
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