It was going so well. I was ahead with all of my chores and my mind was on task. I had finally found my mum life routine- I had figured out how to fit in all of the things I needed to do for myself, around Esme’s rhythm…

…and then she decided for the first time in a year, that she wasn’t going to take a nap.

What is she telling me? That I’m rushing? That I’m fearful it won’t all be completed? That she is much more fun to play with than daily jobs?

My to-do list is done. My house is tidy…

…but all I really wanted was an hour to myself.