I’m sure he knows. I’m also sure I’m not exuding stress from my pores or anything like that. Nothing that would give him a clue.
We have a busy weekend. We have people coming for dinner tonight.
He – the baby one – woke several times. Per hour. I didn’t think it was possible, but you can be woken something in the vacinty of 87 times in five hours. Particularly if those 5 hours are between 11pm and 4am.
Don’t like my chances of a snooze this afternoon either.
Am concerned about my ability to hold a sensible conversation, or any sort of conversation at all, really, this evening.
But right now, I must attempt to put together two lunch boxes, without cutting off a finger or sending one kid to school with nude bread and the other a Vegemite/Strawberry jam combination.
I couldn’t stand the whinging …
