‘Okay, pyjamas on please,’ I say for the third time, watching my eldest, jump naked from bed to bed. My youngest is pretending she can’t hear me as she busily closes the blinds.
‘Girls, pyjamas,’ I say, but apparently, I’ve moved to that magical realm where I don’t actually exist right now.
I go back into the loungeroom. I light the candles on the coffee table and light the fire. I burn through 6 matches before it catches.
‘What are you doing?’ asks my youngest enticed out by the light.
‘Are you in your pyjamas?’ I ask chasing her back into the bedroom. I sweep her up off her feet and throw her back down onto her bed. She giggles and rolls away from me but I keep hold of her foot.
‘Pyjamas,’ I say, putting her shirt over her head. She laughs and squirms before surrendering.
‘Can you read my story first?’ she asks.
‘Okay,’ I say, pulling her pink thermal pants up over her hips.
‘Then my song is first,’ says my eldest, hopping under her blankets.
‘Yes, I say.’