All I want for my 40th birthday is an uninterrupted poo. I don’t want gifts. I don’t want a holiday. I don’t even need a card. Just 5 mins where someone is not running in…

I am having my own personal Groundhog Day at the moment. I wrote a poem about our daily life cycle 8 months ago called,  A Day in The Life but a lot changes in 8 months…