I don't drink often, almost never because I'm terrible at it. Anyway, a series of strange events yesterday meant that I ended up very much on the sauce and quite pickled when I went to bed at around 3am.
Husband is very asleep and I woke up about an hour ago feeling bloody rotten. My 7 year old came into my bed with a tin of biscuits and a pint of squash and had put ' call the midwife' on my work computer which doubles as the TV for my bedroom. I just couldn't love this kid any more right now. What a little legend he is. I don't deserve him. Currently smashing my way through some custard creams and watching my favourite show with the cutey next to me and feeling so bloody lucky. Lazy day incoming. Anyone else just get blown away sometimes by how nice their kids are and Wonder where it came from?