- total hours slept (broken up throughout the night): 45 minutes.
- number of loads of washing done since 4am this morning: 4.
- number of times i’ve had a shower since last night: 3.
- number of times woken up: anything between 7 and 5875876058756.
- number of times vomited on: 4.
- number of times i changed the linen: 4.
- amount of time spent upright with crying person on shoulder: all of it.
- number of times my kid said “mommy, i’m sick”: 56769475635.
- number of times my kid said “mommy, i want my dad”: 358973873025.
in the cold dark of 2am, when you’re sitting up and holding a crying, vomiting little person, and wondering if it’s actually possible that they could hold any more vomit, you realise that the only thing that you really care about is whether or not they feel better in your arms.
does this post make any sense? who knows. my eyes are closed whilst i type it.
i’m at work. my kid’s dad has her today because i cant not be in the office.
i’d murder for coffee, quiet and a toastie right now.
by the way, there was mist this morning. it was beautiful.
that is all.