Trapped in London

Well not really trapped, just delayed for another meeting. It might be a struggle to get home before the kids bedtime and I really hate missing it. Funny how bathing the two of them stopped being a chore and became fun at some point.

M’laddo likes sharing his bath with the wee lass, mostly because it reduces his perceived chances of having his hair washed but partly because they play really nicely at times. The wee lass is slightly in awe of the boy and does try to copy him, which when it comes to the bath wee is certainly interesting.

Having said all that, I’ve often come home to find m’laddo curled up in our bed, waiting to say goodnight to me.