the usual suspects

Being responsible for two little people is making me acutely aware of my inherent self-interest. When Zeke wakes after 8.5 hours, I think "feed time already? Can't someone else do it?!" Though I know I am possibly asking a bit much of an 8 week old. I occasionally find myself hiding in the downstairs loo for a 30 second rest from toddler conversation though I miss her chatter when she isn't here.

One day, I will yearn for this day as I will have edited out the tough bits and see it through an Instagram-like haze of loveliness..... just like all the old dears who stop me in the street to say how they wish their own children were still so small and instruct me to "enjoy every minute".

Random observations over.