Missing mum

Ni is away for the weekend. Which means pancakes. (She hates the smell) we have a good routine. I cook. Ed and Pk keep pace. I shout "pancake" and throw it over my shoulder. We havent dropped one, or broken a plate... yet...

Huge discovery of the day: "Say no's" is a posh supermarket, not a reference to the me-too movement. Suddenly some of the recent conversations with my kids makes a little more sense.

Grateful for time with my kids. For a low stress day ahead of me.