This is the first time I've done a night shift and had to look after the DC next day and I'm dying. I worked 9-9.30, had one 20 minute break at 6am, got home at 10. FIL (who'd already been looking after them since DH left for work at 6am) kindly took them to the park for an hour so I had a nap then, but then he had to go off and do his own thing. So DC (5 and 2) have been with me since then. DS1(5) has watched approximately 20 episodes of Tom and Jerry, and DS2 (2) is currently walking round naked eating a bag of quavers(which he is periodically dipping into the remains of a discarded yoghurt), having tipped what feels like every toy we possess onto the floor. DH has colleagues who regularly look after their kids in between night shifts and I DO NOT UNDERSTAND HOW. DH is due home at 4.30 but has just told me he's going to be late... I may kill him.