My cheeky Monkey

I like to go to the gym a couple of times a week and Tuesday is one of those evenings when I dash home, pick Sienna from nursery and usually leave Wes in charge of bedtime, as I do a pump class.

It makes me feel great but also extremely guilty.
I get over it by saying to myself that come Thursday my working week is done and I have two whole days with my little chatterbox, all to myself.

Tonight I decided to stay home and have some pre-bedtime fun. The sun was shining, I was tired after my late night last night and quite frankly I hadn't the motivation.

I am glad I did, as seeing that smile on her face and hearing her shout 'mama' is a million times better than any endorphins from a pump class.