I had too much time on my hands this morning. Ron, bless him, slept a bit later this morning than he usually does (possibly because he kept Arthur and I up all night?) and the rest of the children managed to entertain each other for a change and I had that rare thing called a moment to myself.
However, it came at a price. While in the bathroom, I had a moment to study my reflection and was horrified to notice some wrinkles around my eyes. I am not yet 30! This shouldn't be happening. I also noticed a couple of deeper wrinkles on my forehead that I have named Fred and George. Of course, they could also be attributed to two other twins with the initials F and G. Those twins are old enough to Know Better.
I also think I have one for my dear little Percy. Tell me, is it normal for a child to spend as much time alone as this boy does? I'm thrilled that he is already beginning to read, but it seems wrong that he should be acting like a 40 year old instead of the 4 year old he is. Bill and Charlie were never like this. But I mustn't make comparisons. Each of my children is special in their own right, and I wouldn't have them any other way.