Six kids. Two dogs. One house. Colour-coded towels, labelled cereal, a suspicious number of deceased garden animals and one fucking trumpet.
This week I'm taking a break from the heavier stuff to give you an update on blended-family life - the chaos, the teething problems, the unexpected friendships and the moments that make me realise that somehow, amongst all the madness, we're actually blending.
Because sometimes life doesn't need a complete overhaul. Sometimes you just need to move a bed, label the Coco Pops... and ask your partner to remove the dead bird because deceased garden wildlife is definitely a blue job.
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