Yawning as we pulled out of our driveway, I was not looking forward to the weekly shop. It had been a long week at work – I’m a care assistant.
I couldn’t wait to be home with my husband, Ben, 31, and my two little ones, Bobby, four, Indie, six.
Ben works on the Covid research team, so we’re always equally exhausted.
We’ve always struggled to find the time to do a food shop.
Ben came up with a brilliant idea ‘We going to Tesco, Mum?’ Bobby shouted from the back seats.
‘Mmmhmm,’ I replied, focusing on the road.
A few minutes later, Bobby called out to me again.
‘This isn’t the way to Tesco,’ he sighed, sounding disappointed.
‘Sorry love, it’s Aldi today,’ I said back to him.
Then,…