I run around like a lunatic trying to find clean socks, a clean bib, a hairbrush and Joo's helmet while trying to coerce my sleepy 4 year old to hurry up and eat her breakfast while I put Ali in his pram.
On the weekends, however, when it is just me and Ali that are awake, breakfast looks a little more like this
And I know that life is good.
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