Sweets for breakfast, pillow fights on demand, and no tidying up... what happened when three families let the kids call the shots for a week?
Three hours in, I feel weightless, almost giddy. I’m lying on the sofa with my boys, eating chocolate, watching telly, and it is no exaggeration to say that I am having the time of my life. For the first time in eight and a half years, I am not in charge. This exotic sensation of relaxation is completely unfamiliar – and yet stirs a distant memory of who I used to be.
By the evening, I feel rancid and sick. My stomach is in shock, reeling from all the sugar
We felt like terrible parents to be allowing it, but each time we suggested anything sensible, she would start screaming
On their watch, I feel more playful, and less didactic and shouty than normal. I give in to the chaos more readily
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