2/ Bedtimes are always traumatic. The 3 of them are #pda (#persistentdriveforautonomy) so getting the boys into bed is a slow kind of torture of the very worst kind for all involved. C can’t cope with baby A’s crying, nor her older boys’ behaviour, so I leave them to it, taking baby A with me so that she’s out of earshot as they all trade blows and meltdowns. Baby A is now purring contentedly on my chest. She’s so precious.