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Mornings with kids are always chaotic, but last week I had one of 'those mornings' that almost sent me straight back to bed.
Nothing life-changing occurred, and my two boys are beautiful humans I love and adore, but this morning a couple of extra tasks tipped us all over the edge and it felt comically bad.
It all started well at 6.30am when I got up to make myself a cup of tea in peace. I unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher before sending some personal emails and messaging my family in the UK.
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When the kids got up at 7am, we had a cuddle back in my bed, a daily ritual I enjoy before the day officially begins.
I cherish those sweet and cosy snuggles, as they only last mere seconds before one child kicks the other, and we have to get up before the fight goes nuclear.
While one child was in the shower and the other munching on cereal, I assembled some basic lunchboxes, made the bed, fed the cat, had a shower, half put away some clean washing and downed a giant coffee. Then I had to take an important phone call from our travel insurance operator.