On the road

Another quickie as I am currently drowning in an angry swell of packing, but I thought I had better post that I survived - just - my close encounter with my four boys. Actually as long as you stick to a routine as rigid as rigor mortis it's not too bad, but any deviation (like swanning off to a business meeting as I did today) and that way chaos lies. At least it's a lesson learned.

Tomorrow morning we hit the road for wet Wales so it will be radio silence until I report back from the wilds of the West, so it's over and out from us and remember to wave as you see our travel cot fly past out of the roof box on the M4.

One huge leap for Mumof4

Today is a momentous day, and I only have a few minutes to record this moment in family history for reasons that will become apparent now. Today, July 23 2009 is the first day that I will be in sole charge of all four of my boys for the entire day, and I am terrified.

I have looked after various configurations of my offspring, and indeed cared for all four of them for a few hours at a time, but thanks to meticulous planning, grandparent cajoling and spending a fortune on childcare I have never had to care for all four, single handed for an entire day.

Today, due to an unlucky alignment in my stars all my usual back up mechanisms have failed and I am now preparing to take my first small step as a solo mummy of four. Beat that Neil Armstrong.