Some of the girls from this lovely family go to kindy with my four year old. They have a six year old son, then a set of girl twins, then another set of girl twins, then another set of girl twins, and now a set of girl/boy twins. Yes, that’s NINE children aged six and under. They are the most beautifully turned-out and well-behaved children I’ve ever met. When I see their smiling faces, perfect hair, and neatly labelled lunch boxes, I often feel a flush of shame as I screech (usually late and unshowered) into kindy while wiping breakfast off Amy’s face and scraping her hair into a ponytail. Thinking about their laundry pile makes me want to have a G&T and a lie down.