This is me. These are all faces of mine. Some I like more (ok much more) than others. I’m pretty sure you can guess which.
It’s no wonder I’m confused about who I am and what my place is in the world (other than MOTHER/MUMMY/MUUUUUUUUUUM) when I look like 6 different people in one week.
Sleep deprivation is cruel and insidious isn’t it?
Before I had Rio I thought parenting was going to be pushing prams and lattes. Cue shock to the system. Major shock. Cue raging arguments about who had more freedom and who had done the most work/ worked harder that day, who was more tired, who deserved the sleep in more than the other etc. And then Rio grew up a teeny bit, we got some more sleep and we just forgot about most of that stuff.
And somehow we thought it would all be different with Sunday……..
