The Kids Are Finally in Bed...

And not a moment too soon!

Annabelle's got jam in her hair, Imogen smells suspiciously of cow pats, and Duncan is probably still awake building a 'den' under the kitchen table, but for now- bliss.

Silence. Sweet, sweet silence.

So what does a Land Girl Mummy to do with this precious golden hour?

I’ll tell you what she doesn’t do: laundry. That mountain can wait, tonight, I’m claiming my victory.

I’m talking:

• Pyjamas on (possibly inside out, who cares)

• Kettle on

• A sneaky square of that Manx chocolate I hid from the children

• Feet up (boots still on, I’m not risking waking them with zips)

  
  

Honestly, if you've wrestled three muddy whirlwinds into bed, survived bath time (which was more like a flood warning), and read The Very Hungry Caterpillar in five different voices while fending off requests for snacks- you’ve earned a medal. Or at the very least, a biscuit. A big one. The good kind you hide in the high cupboard behind the Weetabix.

And yes, I know there are still dishes, but I’m doing my bit for the war effort, aren’t I? saving water. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!

So here’s to the mums, the grans, the aunties, the guardians—all of us manning the home front with a wooden spoon in one hand and a wet wipe in the other.

Tomorrow the chaos starts again, but tonight? tonight, I sip my tea like it's champagne and pretend I can’t hear the thud of someone jumping on the bed upstairs.

Harriet x

P.S. If you did do the laundry tonight, I salute you, you’re made of stronger stuff than me, hopefully my gorgeous cousin Tracy will be calling in soon for a natter and business catch up.

But if not—grab something lovely and enjoy your evening, you've earned it!....

Nite Nite everyone x