“Mummy! Come and look at my letters.” Not the most original words out of alphabet-obsessed Zak’s mouth so I fobbed him off for a little while before dragging myself into Layla’s room where the above mess greeted me. That’ll learn me for leaving a new box of cotton buds out. But it’s hard to get mad when his naughtiness was so creative and educational. I’m slightly disappointed he didn’t spell out an actual word or two, though. Like “sorry mum”.
Anyone else shocked it’s June tomorrow? I’m starting to freak out about time whooshing away from me. Like today. It’s 3pm and I’m headed for the shower now. It’s been that kind of day/month/year!



















