Once, the parental bed collapsed because all the children sat on it at once.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The summer after I got divorced, my children asked to sleep in my bed again. It would be the first time we'd shared a bed since they were infants.
A couple of flop plays, a death in the family, and it could all collapse.
When the mothers start to shatter, then everything just comes undone.
Birth was something that came quite unexpectedly, and afterwards there was one child more in the house.
Whenever we were on a plane, we had a family.
Since the child knew his parents would give in, he tried the same trick again and again.
I am the fourth of five children, and I can't remember a time with no babies in the house.
If my mama and daddy would've stayed together, one of them would've been dead, and the other would have been locked up for it.
Those days of every child having a mummy and daddy who lived at home - Daddy went to work, and Mummy stayed at home and took care of everyone - those days have almost gone, and it's so much more unconventional now.
After two kids, I hit the pillow and go straight to sleep.