I'm just plain knackered. He's been up at 3:30am most mornings. And at 5am I give up and get up with him. This combined with my daughter not wishing to attend preschool has made for a very tiring week.
Tired is bad as it makes you a bit short tempered and crackers. I find myself being a bit emotional and sometimes sob at the oddest thing.
Sleep is definitely at a minimum when you become a parent. With the first few months mainly containing. Well. Non!
However a poorly boy does mean lots of cuddles which is ace. And a feeling of you really being needed.
Tonight. I'm going to have a sneaky Malibu, a Chinese and I will watch celeb bb. And I'll be so happy doing this. Because tomorrow it's the hubs turn to get up. Boom!!!!!!
