Slumming it...

So like a prat I told G we'd have a fun sleepover tomorrow night with Daddy being at Wembley all day. Pizza picnic and choccy in bed. Only he got so excited that he wanted me to sleep in his room tonight! Again like a prat I agreed and when he asked if I'd be in his room when he woke up I said "yes baby I promise!"
Carl read him some books earlier and he nodded off, phew!... No need for me to sleep in his room. No uncomfortable airbed, just a lovely big bed and some goood sleep. Er no!!... I feel so bloody guilty about promising I'd be there when he woke up that I've just got out of bed and set the airbed up in his room! If 3 year olds didn't remember every flipping word we tell them I wouldn't have to. Stretch out Carlos, the beds all yours. Note to self: Don't promise anything!!
Goodnight x