Sinking down into the bath, I breathed a sigh of relief. I’d managed to survive the bedtime antics. With six young boys in the house, there was never a quiet day, so I liked to unwind in the bath before cuddling up in bed with my partner Paul, 36.
Paul was a boxer, and between us, we had our hands full.
He had two boys from a previous marriage – Ethan, 10 and Kyle, nine – while I had Levi, six, Joel-Chey, four, and Lennox-Loui, Two.
Funnily, the biggest personality in our family was our youngest child, and the only one we had together, Paulie-Sonny, 15 months.
Just like his dad, Paulie-Sonny loved playing around.
That day, he had come in with his dad’s boxing gloves, jabbing his fists.
‘Careful!’…
