Mock my cheese and jam at your own risk.
Ok, I don’t cry, really.
Realise husband will be home any minute. I tidy my hair and put on some concealer and mascara so he doesn’t come home to a wreck. Set feminism back 40 years.
Dad comes home and reads a story and sings some songs too. I sit on the floor and yawn for 10 minutes straight. He offers to take baby on the walk I was going to take her on so I can get some rest. I flop face down on the couch for a while before putting the kettle on and coming to blog for a bit (hello!).
I get halfway through my tea and ten minutes on the iPad and they’re home. I drag myself off the couch and get outside for the first time in the day. It is to buy nappies.
Finally get to knit as I’ve been dying to all day while watching Roseanne. Get through about 10 minutes and realise I’m falling asleep. It is 8.50pm.