Natalie Brown, 41, Hove
Opening up my laptop, I jabbed away at my keyboard.
It was barely light, but the crack of dawn was the only time I ever got any peace.
Soon, my kids Bluebell, 10, Max, 7, and Marigold, 4, would come clattering down the stairs.
Demanding their breakfast, squabbling over the remote control, waking up my newborn Violet along the way!
So if I ever wanted to get my book Confessions of a Crummy Mummy finished, I’d have to get used to dragging myself out of bed in the early hours.
It was September 2020 and, since lockdown, I’d found myself knee-deep in printouts and phonics.
Juggling everyone’s homeschooling needs.
‘Mummy, I need three red feathers, a drinking straw and a unicorn horn for my school project,’…