

As a mum of three, I feel like I'm constantly surrounded by my kids.
Their voices, tiny hands, not-so-tiny demands and mess fill my days.
But when I collapse into bed at night reflecting on (and usually exhausted from) the chaos, I'm often hard-pressed to pinpoint moments of real connection or interactive play.
You know those days, right? When "I'm bored" echoes through the house a good 47 times before lunch and nothing holds their interest for more than 10 minutes?
Those days.
So what's a worn-out mum to do when you've exhausted every trick in your metaphorical Mary Poppins bag?