Ditch the titches

I love my children dearly. I really do.

But what is there that compares with being voluntarily without them for a couple of days?

Yes, it's a bit of a worry: will they be happy? mentally or emotionally scarred? a pain in the backside for their doting grandparents? sick? spoiled rotten? But look at it this way: no arguments over dinner, or bed, or anything; no bath; no tears; dinner at a proper dinner time; lie-ins (we actually do OK for these anyway: thanks boys); reduced washing; no tidying. But we had to keep Lily-Beth. We get to lavish time on her and ourselves.

Those were the days: when having one baby was work. When having none at all was a holiday. Now one is a holiday. Actually two will be a holiday soon.

So what are we doing? Well, I walked home from the football today and stopped off at the pub. Sue slept uninterrupted all afternoon. Tomorrow out for parties and sleeping in. Not having to tidy up. That'll do.

Oh, and we'll spend Sunday praying that the boys don't cock it up, so that this arrangement can become a regular one.