Putting my cuppa down on the coffee table, I curled up on the sofa and pointed the remote at the TV.
My little girl Macy, four, was sat in her favourite spot by the window, colouring in, and my older daughter Courtney, 10, was in her bedroom.
My husband Gary, 36, was out at work – I’d made dinner for the kids, everything was ready for them to go back to school after the weekend, and the house was clean and tidy.
Finally, I had time to chill out and put my feet up!
‘Mummy, I’m going to go upstairs and watch telly with Courtney,’ Macy said.
I suddenly heard a massive crash from nowhere ‘Go on then, love,’ I said. ‘I’ll be up to tuck you in later.’
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