This is something I wrote one night last week. I’ve thought long and hard about whether I wanted to share this. I know what some people will think. But what’s more important than that is what I want you all to keep in mind and be aware of.
I’m sitting here sobbing great big fat tears.
I’ve just done the worst thing. I am a horrible mum.
Tonight, I put Harry and Aoife in the bath together, played with them for a bit, then remembered I had washing to put away. So I went around the corner just a few metres to hang up one of my husband’s shirts. I didn’t hear anything out of the ordinary, just a tiny bit of splashing.