Just that really. I’m sick as a dog and exhausted, which is doubly crap with a mad toddler to entertain. I don’t remember feeling like this with him, but maybe I’ve just blocked it out. All I can stomach are plain crisps and pot noodles. When does it get better? I don’t know how I’m going to cope. I’m contemplating telling work and calling in sick for a couple of days, but I work in a very male dominated industry and imagine I’d be met with a lot of eye rolls. No point to this post other than to have a moan. Thanks for listening x