No, not the ones where you back your car into a tree in the kindy car park, taking out your tail light and putting a big dent in your bumper. Seriously, that tree came from nowhere. Well, maybe it came from the depths of my exhaustion.
It’s the little moments like first thing this morning when Love Bug crawled into my bed, threw herself on me with an enthusiastic good morning my precious girl mumma and then started singing We wish you a merry Christmas.
Love. That. Kid.