‘Our home was a boy zone’ ‘It was hard to believe it was true’ My boys darted around the house, play fighting and knocking into everything in their path.
‘Dinner’s ready,’ I called, bracing myself for the stampede.
With six sons under the age of 15, meal times usually resembled feeding time at the zoo.
My eldest, Ben, 14, and his brother, Cameron, 13, shared a bedroom, and dragging them away from their Xbox and Minecraft game was a battle in itself.
While Lewis, 11, Leighton, 10, and Keiran, nine, hated to sit still.
My youngest, Ollie, five, was my shadow and was constantly glued to my hip. Holding him with one arm, I’d have to cook with the other.
Every evening, I was exhausted and things were about to…
