Gerbils. Sweet little creatures that bring Interest to the kitchen , my 6am coffee wouldn’t be the same without them , I genuinely enjoy passing them a spent toilet roll, some sliced apple and a strawberry and I’m very fond of them in general .
Does anyone else though, think they have come from the same part of hell that toddlers have? I mean they manage to sleep through the daytime chaos in this house, you can hoover , have a small person tantrum , properly melt down about some improper pasta shape and fling the bin across the kitchen diner , you can lay on the floor screeching like a banshee because the little light in your trainers isn’t the right colour ... and those little gerbil fuckers will sleep through that . They won’t move. As soon as you try to settle down though, that glorious moment when all those bloody kids are actually asleep , you come to life , you are smashing that wheel around like you’re going for a gold medal in Olympic sleep disturbance , you’re up between 12 and 3 on the regs, just as my son starts to sleep between these hours , you and your sister rattle away . Just similar enough to the front door that you keep me up all night on high alert. Thanks ladies . 6 years and counting no sleep ....