Won’t lie. Having a second was never something I expected to happen. I’m not sure either of us were ready for it and it’s absolutely gutted our sense of self, our relationship and our overall level of happiness.

That said we both absolutely love our two kids. We wouldn’t be without them and they make our lives so much more…full. It’s amazing to watch them play together, and to watch my eldest show genuine care for another human, and to watch my youngest learn and mimic his big sister.

It’s not been easy. I think we’d both admit that we’ve struggled with the transition from 1 to 2 in ways we never did form 0 to 1, and our youngest has been significantly more challenging than our eldest was, but even with that, he’s an absolute light in my world.

I’m sure social media is having an effect on our kids. I’m also sure they’re more tuned into the state of the world than I was when I was a teenager, and they see just how utterly broken everything is.

Not sure my daughter was a massive fan of it but after we got the youngest out of the bath the other day he was left unattended and nappy free for two while minutes…

He peed on big-sisters bed. Whoops.

My son has only just started talking but he’s gotten into a ‘lovely’ habit of walking into a room and going ‘DaaaaaAAad’, almost as if he’s a 15 year old who’s about to make a sudden, but unsurprising request to borrow some money.

With my first I worked nights, so I was always in or around the house when my little girl was awake, even if I was asleep upstairs.

With my youngest, that changed. I’m working a 45 hour job now, 20 miles away from home. It’s ridiculous how… apart I feel from the little guy. Those little moments I got to enjoy with my daughter just haven’t happened with my son and I know it’s going to be something I regret when I’m older.

Still…bills gotta be paid I guess.