One of the joys of kids is that they leave you broke.
Too broke to put the heating on.
This is because you spent all your money on a creaky old house in a good school catchment area and have spent what little you had left buying pointless Moshi Monster figures.
Today my nose is cold, my fingers are numb and the only way to warm up is to get in the bath and then hide in bed.
Welcome to my life.
Tuesday, 5 March 2013
Monday, 4 March 2013
Sleep when you are dead
There is plenty of time to sleep when you are dead someone famous once said.*
What did they know?
Did they drop the baby into nursery with a bogey unwittingly hanging out of their nose this morning?
Did they shove a crinkled uniform on their oldest child and forget to give them a sandwich for lunch?
Did they get back home again and spend an hour wallowing in the bath because they were too tired to move?
No. I think not. I quite like sleep and I don't want to be dead just yet, thank you very much. Welcome to my life.
*Benjamin Franklin, I believe.
What did they know?
Did they drop the baby into nursery with a bogey unwittingly hanging out of their nose this morning?
Did they shove a crinkled uniform on their oldest child and forget to give them a sandwich for lunch?
Did they get back home again and spend an hour wallowing in the bath because they were too tired to move?
No. I think not. I quite like sleep and I don't want to be dead just yet, thank you very much. Welcome to my life.
*Benjamin Franklin, I believe.
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