One of those days when you wake up feeling more tired than you were when you went to bed, when you feel like you’ve wasted your time doing nothing all day but can’t motivate yourself to do anything worth doing, when you feel guilty for not being patient, loving or supportive enough…
That’s when you decide to pick your daughter up early from the daycare because spending time with her will make you feel better.
Except that instead of hugging and kissing you the way you imagined she shouts at you, spills a full glass of water, kicks her baby brother in the head (not intentionally but it makes him scream for ages nevertheless), pees in her trousers and shouts at you some more. She does give you a big hug at the end of the evening, when she’s trying to get you to let her stay up for a bit longer…
On one of those days I like to go to sleep at 20:30 and not think about the fact that I’ll be up again three hours later.
Hopefully in my dreams I’ll be a single, childless woman who gets to sleep for 12 hours after a day of intellectually fulfilling work and zero nappies.