Bedtime It seems I spend a lot of time counting down the hours until bedtime. Tea has been made, served and abandoned. Iggle Piggle has buggered off in his boat and I have fantasised about Tom Hardy reading me a bedtime story… in my bed. Now begins the battle. C Beebies goes blank and you use this to signal that it is time to go upstairs. The protests of, ‘I don’t like bedtime’, are shouted in my face (Give it twenty-five years and a few kids then let me know if you still don’t like bed kiddo). We slowly ascend the stairs and filter into the bathroom, the fun really begins. Bathroom flooded and hair washed amongst the screaming, a small naked wet toddler is now running around the upstairs settling into your bed where he leaves a huge wet patch. Military negotiations begin to convince said toddler that cleaning your teeth is a good idea, and bribes can just be heard over the enthusiastic Blippi Youtube video. After telling me twenty times that he doesn’...
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