Ceebeebies…. I’m sure this is a familiar scene for any mum of toddlers /twins.
If this never happens in your house, how do you manage it. This morning we have caved. It has been a bit of a telly marathon, just because it means we are free for that little bit of time. Free from being clung to or shouted at.
Physically fully mobile.
Oh, Cebeebies, I love you. But it feels like the way I sometimes love a dirty quarter pounder with cheese. We should be making home-made toddler sensory play slime or something.
What are your views on toddler TV? Am I a terrible mother?