. . . but the days - oh, the days can be long. Loooooooong. And some days are longer than others.
However, I have noticed an interesting phenomenon. While the minutes
between 4pm and 6pm can drag on for an eternity, time somehow speeds up between
the moment Little Man tells me he needs to go to the toilet and the point at
which he actually goes.
Time goes even faster still from the point when I remove
Little Brother’s pooy nappy and the moment he grabs his balls.