Most of Mum's trips to the toilet are spent with one or more children sat on her lap, unraveling the entire toilet roll, pretending the bath is a slide, or breastfeeding.
Dad swans to the front door, fragrant and coiffed with the air of a man on his honeymoon about to head out sight-seeing. It is now 30 minutes past the appointed time of departure. The children are hammering on the door and tearing up and down the hall like caged monkeys
Remember the days when a night out meant staying in bed the next day until noon, dozing through Hollyoaks? Well those days are gone. If you're a mum...
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