It’s almost that time of day again. Pours wine. Hides.
Month: February 2016
A little side of parental guilt with this one. There are some days where I feel as though I’ve spent all day asking my son to “be a good boy please” and then I feel bad about it at the end of the day (vintage parenthood!).
Do you remember the luxury of being unwell pre-kids? Calling in sick to work, crawling back under your duvet, day-time napping, hot drinks consumed while they still retained their descriptive qualities? All the while lamenting how wretched you felt. Then you had kids. And you realised how wretched you could really…