Tuesday, 27 July 2010
She's so bloody tired and it's making me tired. I was just sitting here watching her line up her 'babies' on the lounge – a stuffed bird, a My Little Pony, a couple of dolls, a stuffed rabbit, a Barbie, Mrs Potato Head. She draped a blanket over them all, kissed them and said: "Nigh night, my darlings. Sweet dreams." She then brushed her hands, plonked down next to me and looked up at me, her expression saying: "Phew, these kids, eh?"
I'm just hoping they wake every hour shouting "Muuuuuuummmmmmmyyyyyy! I need you!"