Ollie sums up my feelings in the most eloquent manner about the idea of work tomorrow. It’s not as though it’s been a hectic weekend, I just feel as though it’s been a weekend that has short changed me on the valid rest front.
It’s worth pointing out that despite looking as though he’s been on a 3 day bender he’s slept far more than his parents (desperately trying not to sound bitter here). It’s also worth noting that, despite looking like a zombie toddler, he is currently fighting with all he’s got against his parents despotic regime of bathing then bed. His, is a hard life.
*Edit: Rosie has pointed out I’m lieing a little as we’re bad parents and haven’t bathed him tonight. I can live with this.
Parenting a Monster. 
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