Holy God. 4am. Picture the scene - fed R at midnight, couldn’t get back to sleep, dozed off I guess around 3 to be woken by howling at 10 to 4. Went down worried there was something wrong and there was. There was too much DARK for him to play and some fool had put him in a SLEEPING BAG so he couldn’t pull himself up and gnaw the bars.
Burst into frenzied sobbing as it all got too much and husband arrived on the scene to find R goggling at me and making ‘ah…ah…’ tentative ‘mummy are you ok?’ noises and me dripping snot, spit and tears onto the carpet.
Now at work wondering seriously how I’m going to make it.
It strikes me as more than bizarre that in my previous incarnation I’d've been up with the lark at 5 or earlier ready to crack on with the day. Not so in this life…..
If there is anyone on the whole of the planet who can be sensible and cheery while sleep-deprived at 4am with someone else bawling at them, then let’s kill them, shall we? For the good of humanity. Its not natural.
Couldn’t agree more. Knives at the ready? Forward, men!!!
Fix bayonets!