This is gonna make me sound like a terrible mother but one of my highlights of the week is when Jenson goes to nursery on one of my days off. While I hate handing over that responsibility it means that Luke gets up and drops him off and I get a lie in! Is there any better feeling than going to bed and not setting your alarm or being kicked out of bed by a hungry two-year-old?
Lazy mornings are the best. I can get up when I want, have a long shower and eat breakfast in silence. It’s weird what you come to appreciate as a parent.
What are your simple pleasures?