If you have hit upon this post in the hope of answers to the above I fear you will be dreadfully disappointed. Unless my lovely readers can leave me some helpful comments. *Hopeful stare.* This is less of a post and more of a plea. Someone must know what to do. I kind of suspect Mr B and I may have brought this upon ourselves. You see we made the fateful mistake of being... SMUG PARENTS. You know the ones. The ones with the child that SLEEPS. And EATS EVERYTHING you give him. And SMILES ALL THE TIME, at EVERYONE. The ones you secretly hate. We WERE those ...
Who is actually a Mum of two, and didn't think her blog name through.