Every once in a while Mr M hops on a plane for business and I'm left in charge of the little ones. I quip that I'm flying solo for the week, but no, that would be Mr M. The countdown fills me with dread, but once we've found our rhythm it's actually ok. And remarkably, both beans were well - if nursery bug tag teaming were an Olympic event, they'd be representing Team GB this year. Even Pig was on her best behaviour. But it made me realise that yes, when we were in the thick of it last year and my hourly mantra was "this too shall pass", it really has, and I now have two little humans who can potter about. It really did get easier.