Phee has her first school assignment and, just like her dad, has left (for her, it’s a matter of forgotten) about it until the night before. Not even I could be hypocritical enough to growl at her for doing what comes naturally, It’s now 20 minutes past her bed time and she’s no where near finished. Rae’s sitting at the table cutting out letters and, um, ‘providing encouragement’.
My role in this is to cower in the office with headphones on and provide the occasional cup of tea to the worlds best mum; next time I don’t think I’ll get off so easily.
Oh dear. Not good. Reminds me of me. And I used to get into trouble for that A LOT.