Kelly squinted at her in the low sun. There’d been just enough time to get a trip to the park in before bedtime. She sighed. Thank goodness for long summer evenings. Sometimes, despite all the mayhem her boys caused, she longed for those days when she’d been a stay-at-home mum and hadn’t had to snatch time with them at odd hours of the day. The rest of the park was practically deserted, most of the other kids having visited after school before they went home for dinner. ‘I can’t just drop everything and flit off for four days!’ she said, keeping an eye on Cal, who she was trying to teach to swing under his own steam. ‘It’s impossible.’ Her son was flinging himself backwards and forwards, legs and body working desperately to get up a bit of momentum. Unfortunately, he’d forgotten what Kelly had told him about pushing himself off with his toes and he wasn’t going anywhere fast. ‘Here, let me get you started,’ she told him gently and went to put her hands on his back.
