Place: bed
Poison: toothpaste
Favorite things: my doona
Ahhhh, I’m spent.
After getting up going to the gym, going to watch my nephews football match, going to the hairdressers, the shops, skyping our family, cooking dinner for four, going back to the shops, hosting a dinner party…all with a nine week old who wants to feed every two hours.
Ahhh.
But it’s brilliant all at the same time.
However now it’s 9.30 and I’m in bed, awaiting the cry for his next feed and hoping it will be elongated.
Life as I know it will never be the same.
And I love it.
Dinner party for four anyone?
Delightful.
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