I’m just home from a fabulous baby play date. We had the most yummy soup, us mummies had a brilliant catch up and the toddlers (I so typed babies, but they’re everywhere, so I can’t call them that anymore) had a blast.
So now I’m sat at home, baby is asleep in the pushchair, and I’m absolutely exhausted. I’ve got a big cup of tea, a KitKat watching utter rubbish on Netflix -Gossip Girl, if you’re wondering! Yes, this 30-something mummy is resorting to teenage rubbish, feet up on the sofa, counting the moments until:
- Toddler wakes up (please be another hour???)
- Hubby gets home
- Wine o’clock