Tonight was not a successful night. Daddy was out and so it was me and the two little ones. I should have known what sort of night it was going to be when we had a meltdown because the toilet roll ripped when he pulled it off. He doesn't like broken things. All he wanted was for it to be put back together again. Unfortunately, mummy is no magician, and so it didn't go down well. Two hours later, at 21:40, he finally drifted off to sleep. Bedtime routines can sometimes be lengthy, and frustrating, but tonight was a record! I am so ready for bed.