There is a VIP in my children’s life. A third arm. An extra helping hand.
It is a vital part of my family life. Often keeping the kids company in bed, always reliable for long car journeys. Ready with a laugh and a game. A constant feature of our holidays and, on special occasions, even has meals with us.
This VIP at times is a child-minder. Sometimes a teacher. Always a playmate. I use this VIP as a punishment, and quite regularly as a reward.
I freely admit I couldn’t be without this VIP.
I am, of course, talking about our tablet.
At first I felt guilty when this VIP wormed its way into our life. I tutted at those “other mums” with their chubby babies tapping away propped up in the shopping trolley (covered, of course, by one of those germ protectors.) I felt that first-time mum smugness that MY little darling was simply chewing on a bag of frozen peas.
But then my second child came along, and then my third and I came to the realisation that life without a tablet, to keep your kids in line, was simply too hard.
Are you horrified? (You must be a first time mum…you’ll get me someday.)