She arrived on Easter Sunday, overweight luggage in hand. I’m not quite sure how she cleared airport check-in without being charged an arm and a leg. Did she have a shoe fetish or a new dumb-bell exercise regime I didn’t know about?
Nope.
Just a suitcase full of presents for her adored grandsons.
Into the house she whooshed, like a shot of mint in my vanilla ice cream. Over the course of 5 days, a burned out Mummy regained some of her vim. She was able to enjoy a sleep-in till 7am and even almost managed a hint of a smile when her toddler yanked open the fridge door and upturned the carton of eggs onto the floor. She felt mostly human again – an awareness that had all but faded into the distance.
Thank you Super Nanny.
We miss you.
x Meagan x
