We went to London at the weekend to Winter Wonderland (and all the other touristy stuff). We stayed in a hotel, which our 2 girls (3 and 5) thought was the most exciting thing ever. We didn’t get back to the hotel until around 8.45pm on Sat night because we were having too much fun exploring. They then had a hotel bath at 9pm and were loving life, and eventually fell asleep sharing a double bed at around 10.30pm.
Their teachers/nursery key workers said they both didn’t stop talking about their exciting weekend yesterday, and I’m sure they’ll talk about it for some time to come yet
That is what life is for with kids. Bending the routine at times, to make amazing memories. As usual, it’s all about that selfish
witch and what she wants. Those kids won’t remember any of these special times - they’ll just remember their stresshead mum who couldn’t chill for once in her plastic life!