As usual, I’m ridiculously tired.
M is demanding all sorts of completely unreasonable things like to be fed, and burped, and carried (I mean, for heavens sake, where does this kid get off?!).
Mr Junebug is working from his ‘home office’ this morning; while I know intellectually that he’s working, my hormones are trying to convince me that he’s out there playing solitaire, scrolling through Facebook, setting up a profile on a dating website, sipping expensive scotch and generally basking in the silence.
And K. Well, where do I begin – her sleep last night was obviously as good as mine because the ATTITUDE this morning!! The drama! And while I sit in the recliner feeding M, she pops her head around the corner every five seconds and yells “DO YOU WANT AN ICE-CREAM, MUM?!” And then runs off cackling like an evil villain.
I’m yet to snap.. But there is a straw. And there is a camel. And that is all I will say.