Teeth BrushingTime for a storyCuddles with IzzyOccasionally I wonder if the way I sometimes long for bedtime (the children’s, not my own… although I often long for that too) makes me a bad mother. The time I have in the evening once I’ve tucked them in is truly my own. Although university work seems to be encroaching on these few precious hours a little, it’s still mainly a time for relaxation and really the only time that Mr. LA and I have together on our own. It’s made all the more special by the fact that I know it won’t last forever. I don’t know many teenagers that go to bed at 7pm, do you?

I love the going to bed part too though, you see, all the little rituals we have after dinner. A leisurely bubble bath, plenty of time for playing. Izzy turns her end of the tub into a bar and serves me bubble cocktails and Jesse splashes around happily at his end. The children are dried off and clothed in snugly jim jams. Inhalers are puffed and teeth are brushed. Jesse already understands that ‘story time’ means he gets to choose a book from the overflowing shelves in the corner of their bedroom. The children wriggle under the covers on Izzy’s bed and listen to me read one of their favourite books, Isabel usually insists that I do the voices. Time for ‘night nights’, kisses all round. Story CD on, close the door.
And breath.

Loveaudrey xxx

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