After two babies and three years of severe sleep deprivation I have done a few things I am less than proud of.
I am not a bad person. But when you are so tired you can barely remember your own name – it is a matter of survival. Continue reading
After two babies and three years of severe sleep deprivation I have done a few things I am less than proud of.
I am not a bad person. But when you are so tired you can barely remember your own name – it is a matter of survival. Continue reading
I have a confession to make.
I secretly hate parents of babies who sleep through the night.
Ok, maybe hate is a bit of a strong word. I don’t actually hate them; it is more that sometimes I want to punch them in the face. I am aware this is wrong and I apologise to all my friends with sleepy babies.
It is simply a result of exhausted irritation and just plain jealousy. Continue reading