A just the book I’ve been looking for.
Or was looking for, before my self-imposed ban on reading any sort of parenting book, ever again (at least, until I have to read over my own) lest I resort, yet again, to hurling books across bedrooms, whilst feeding a newborn and screaming about sanctimonious know it alls who are not in my bedroom as my right nipple is being removed by the gums of a 6 week old and the thought of wine makes me want to vomit.
Um .. where was I? Oh, yes. Then this book, Cocktails at Naptime