One day I realise I will be able to visit the toilet by myself, I will not have a handbag that smells of wee (due to an unfortunate potty training episode) and I will be able to watch grown up television not Mr Tumble. But I imagine on that day, when I am luxuriating in an empty house with a glass of wine and a book, I may realise I miss my kids.Well I may.
Hence the birth of Anonimum- my way of documenting the sand eating, cat chasing, yoghurt flinging, supermarket screaming, naughty step sitting, nose picking, wobbly toddling world of 'The Early Years'.
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