It was just a ‘normal’ day.
This morning commenced with my trying to pretend it wasn’t actually morning and that I didn’t actually have to get up.
This delusion was ruined by my Middlest Child, climbing into bed with his icy cold hands and feet.
Followed shortly by the four-year-old.
The twelve-year-old is going through his teenage-schizophrenic stage where I have no idea from one minute to the next where I stand with him. He, instead, wasn’t getting up until someone else decided they wanted a shower. He could sense it and would suddenly need
