Light at the End of the Tunnel

Note to self: No more peas for dinner when Ollie’s friends join us. Who knew peas make irresistible ammunition? Between them, they’ve eaten fewer peas than they’ve shot across the table – and I’ve served them with ketchup.

Jack has been picked up, but Leo’s mum texted – she’s stuck in traffic after picking up Belle from ballet. The good news is, Ollie’s tired himself out. Bedtime might not turn into a struggle for a change.

Keep going, Em. You’re almost through the tunnel, and at the end, there’s a light: a glass of Shiraz and extra dark chocolate.

Just keep going.

(Inspired by this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt, in case you’re wondering.)

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