Devil in Disguise!

No this time, it’s not the lovely other woman in my life- my mother-in-law, although she more than fits the bill; believe it or not, it’s actually for me.

So why? Trust me, when I started writing this post, I had plenty to write about but between then and now, my two haven’t slept although it’s way past their bedtime (how will the older one get into his school routine from tomorrow?), have managed to infuriate me beyond belief- yes I know they are angelic, sweet, little children) and just turned my evening plans (that of settling down finally and comfortably in front of my macbook) upside down.

I can carry on through the day, but come late evening, I just want someone to wave a magic wand and put them to bed in a jiffy. Which I guess one would be able to- just turn around and switch the light off as one murmurs ‘good night’, just as they show in the movies, if and it’s a big if, they had their own rooms. But, and it’s a big but (ha) ((one must absolutely read Arabella Weir’s Does My Bum Look big in This?)). So coming back to this bummer, such is not the case so one just has to be a devil (now I get why I started writing this one, phew) and brave it somehow…