Ok, it’s the evening. I’ve made it this far!
At this precise moment I have two children in bed. One asleep, kinda, and one who refuses. Just wants to talk.
I knew it was going too swimmingly. I mean, I fed and watered them, entertained them and even managed to bath a wriggly four month old. All on my own!
No, wait, there’s no need for a medal.
I don’t mind a bit of restlessness tonight, as long as I get a bit of sleep. Otherwise tomorrow is going to be unbearable.
Oh well, tomorrow’s another day. A long day, probably.
Wish me luck.