He looks at me all serious and says "I think one or both of the children have been climbing up on the worktop, going in the cupboard and stealing Jelly Babies!"
I look at him all sheepish and say, quiet as a mouse, "It was me".
Motherhood, the mother of all journeys, begins in West Yorkshire and ends knackered, contented, clinging to a large G&T who knows where; I usually find the funny along the way. Mother to 2 small loud people aged 5 and 6. Stepmother to a beautiful teenager. Wife to a handsome husband. Frequent excerciser (of one smelly dog.)
I'm trying not to lose my marbles.
I am aware that I have already mislaid some of them ... one is stuck under the sofa, one in the Lego box and the 4 year old may have inadvertently swallowed the other.