Oh good grief. I went to bed at 11.30pm after catching up with Made In Chelsea (my ultimate guilty pleasure. I didn't watch any of TOWIE and not keen on bothering with Geordie Shores but this show about rich London types is addictive).
Anyway, so I went to bed at 11.30pm. By 12.30am I was back up with the Prince who didn't seem to want to sleep. He was crying. I changed him, gave him a drink and a cuddle and put him back down but he went nuts.
This went on til 3.30am. By 3.40am I was back in bed panicking that in four hours' time I would be back up starting the day. Not a nice feeling.
I did the school run; the Princess, her friend and the Prince in tow. Then the Prince and I went to the graden centre where he played and I sank a cappucino and wrote thank you cards for his birthday gifts.
We have two little girls for tea tonight, we have run out of food, the house is in dire need of a hoover and a scrub and quite frankly I just want to go to bed! I don't have a cleaner (unlike many of my lucky friends who live around here), I don't even have a dishwasher. I also don't do an online supermarket shop. Hmm, this could be why I never get time to do other stuff! This isn't so much as a whinge, more of a "Aah, THAT'S why I go to bed so late, I don't get time to go any earlier!" revelation.
I frantically search cherry tree shops whilst en route elsewhere and I write in my spare time.
This aside, I've just landed myself a fab new freelance writing job which I am excited about. This means I need to work even harder on managing my time. Everything is going to have to be regimented (I don't have any childcare either!) but I love a challenge!
I picked up this gorgeous cherry tree summer dress for the Princess. It's originally from BHS and is so pretty, floral and fresh. She loves it and so she should - it was a bargain £2.99 from Helen & Douglas House Hospice.
Sometimes I wish I was a little girl again, running around in the prettiest dresses. The Princess is a tom boy but she will still wear a pretty dress.
I am now off for a kip to try to regenerate the brain cells that have seemingly diminished.