There's a lot of good stuff to be said about the girls becoming older. They can dress themselves, mostly feed themselves, look after their belongings (I live in hope with hats and memory sticks), contribute to the household, be left alone for a little while, have a good conversation and laugh at my jokes.
But recently I have noticed one thing.
The Gap has disappeared.
The Gap between when I go to bed and when they go to bed.
The Gap where I can watch some bad telly, chill out on the couch, write blog posts, hang around on social media, chat with Chris, read War and Peace in peace (side note - this is our bookclubs book for this month - BRING IT) and eat the secret cupboard chocolate.
They are going to bed at the same time or AFTER me. It is late at night and there are still children wandering around the house.
I know I have to get used to this - if I want them to grow to be adults then they should probably have more freedoms and responsibilities.
I will have to find another time for my Gap activities....
and never reveal where the chocolate is.
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