The pressure is on. Mrs BFS has gone to Hampden to watch Blobby and Take That, leaving me holding the baby, and of course, the boys. So far, so good. Then again, let's not count our chickens - she hasn't been gone an hour yet.
The boys are having their fill of daddy time, as I was away til yesterday paying back some of that baby time I had off earlier in the year. I'm only home for 1 week in 4, so it's a bit of a struggle all round. Boys are needing mums attention, but she's busy with baby, they need dads attention, and he's busy with work. Mum and dad need sleep. Sex would be good, but sleep would be better.....
Damn, I'm good. That was 3 hours ago. Since then, I managed to drag the big two away from the TV, brush teeth, read stories and get them to bed. Bambino fought the bottle, but I'm a patient man when that's concerned, he got there eventually, if only half a bottle down his neck. He is also now in bed. Mrs BFS will be home in about 3 hrs I hope, so all is good. Hopefully she'll bring milk with her.
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