Mother. Tired. Bruised by baby. Father. Tired. Aching body.
I am so tired I am mostly going to communicate in pictures. Like a monkey. Or someone found living wild in a forest for 20 years. Or the makers of The Artist.
This is how I slept last night and the night before. (I am the big one. The baby is the splat in the middle)
Because of this
Where was my husband you may ask?
Here he is.
Lying cold and shivering on the floor in Edward’s bedroom.
Because of this.
Tonight husband and I are doing this