Don’t get me wrong. It is a massive ball ache.
The piles of plastic crap all requiring batteries. The extraordinary cost of food caused by festive packaging. The finding the one toy everyone wants so your little one won’t be picked on. The endless chatter.
But then…today my brother, sister in law and niece came round. They live 321 miles away. We don’t see them often.
Today our Wee Girl ate party food all day and drank nothing but fruit shoots. She was delightful all day. And she took the second night without her dummy like a boss.
Wee Man has been a pain in the arse. But he is currently lying on my chest fast asleep, as is Wee Girl, as is McMumface.
This has left me two minutes to reflect.
I am really, really lucky.
I am not a religious man but I will happily use the word blessed.
Now where the bloody hell is my screwdriver and where are those bastard batteries?!?