Little helper.

Well, we survived the three boys over for their first sleepover together. They were all so good, no fights, no hissy fits and they ate well. I’m exhausted now, I think mentally as much as physically, it’s the worry of keeping them occupied and not fighting.

When Louis woke me up at 2am asking to watch telly, I thought ‘this is it, he’s going to kick off’. But no, he went straight back to sleep until about 5.15.

Woody said I make the best flapjacks and the best pancakes. I haven’t made pancakes in years, and I know why. What a mission it is making them one at a time! Think I’ve made a rod for my own back.

Louis followed me around wanting to help wherever he could. I thought watering the garden, although it didn’t need it, would be an enjoyable task for him.