Evening toast

The boys had a record 13.5 hours sleep last night, most of which was in bed with me.  The husband had to settle for the floor when he came back from London late last night (joined by the eldest as soon as he realised Dada was home).  

Despite this, the eldest fell asleep in the car on the way to nursery, so arrived tired and not in the mood for nursery (or to leave me), so another day of leaving a child in tears.  

There's a theme... the eldest fell asleep on the way home this evening, but woke up after a couple of hours in bed.  He was delighted to have a treat of late night toast and chocolate spread.  One very happy boy (until he was told he had to have a bath before going back to bed).  

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