Building a Fairy House

Sometimes, you wonder why you signed up to be a mother. There is the endless laundry, the haemorrhaging money on stuff that is loud, neon and plastic. The whining, the whingeing, the bickering and the homework.

And then, there are the little moments. Like watching your daughter build a fairy palace, complete with acorn cups, flower hats and the finest bed the moss world has to offer, as your sons charge across the lawn searching for sticks to help. And even though you know that in half an hour, someone will be fighting over who should have the biggest Nerf gun, and your 13 year old will be going into meltdown if not fed Very Soon, your heart soars a little, and life really can't get better than this.