Do-over

Joke asked after my crappy afternoon/evening yesterday if I get a do-over, and lo, it came to pass.

Today I turn 34.

This morning I was woken by Felix rummaging through a box of lego. Ahhh, the sweet sound of morning.

Then I had one of those quintessential parenting moments – one of the ones that makes you think, I’m so glad my life is full of this love, chaos and noise – as opposed to one of the ones like yesterday when I got weeed on in public so effectively it made me look like I’d wet my own pants, rather than by someone else, which on writing was maybe a bit more palatable. Anyway, I digress. The moment when all of your offspring descend on you in bed when you’re still trying to wake up and work out what day it is.

There were chocolates (Lindt milk chocolate balls and Bacis) and homemade cards, lots of kisses, hugs and general flattery to try and get me to give up my chocolates to them then and there, or maybe in their lunchbox.

And that, is the best do-over ever.