My Night as the Captive of a 4 year old Yogi…

My night as the captive of a 4 year old yogi...

With a downward facing dog and a fart, we were off! Destination: Crazytown

It was our final night, after a busy few weeks visiting friends and family in the UK.  Hubby had booked a hotel room at the Manchester airport. The idea was that not only would it make our early morning departure a bit less early but it would also be a nice way for the five of us to wind down after a very sociable few weeks.

The kids would have a bubble bath. We’d order room service and watch a movie.  Best of all, we’d get a good night’s sleep and be rested and ready for our early start in the morning and the long day ahead.

This was the plan anyway. And this is likely how it would’ve gone down had Mini (age 4) not fallen asleep in the car on the way to the hotel…

Check out:  One Night in Crazytown: a Mother’s Tale .  It’s over at BLUNTmoms!

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