It’s one of those days. I woke up with a start, the alarm buzzer was what woke me, dragging me kicking and screaming out of the deepest slumber I’ve had in a very long time. A deep sleep the kind that feels like it was medicated, but not. Just the usual tiredness that comes with being a parent! It’s been a very long time since the alarm has woken me. None of us were awake, not even little A. He grumbled as much as I did upon being woken. Rubbing the sleep out of our eyes we all trudged downstairs. Bottle for him, coffee for us. Followed by porridge for all three, and of course the prerequisite bowl of berries for little A because I mean who eats porridge without eating berries as a starter?! Adding them into porridge, that’s amateur and frankly not good enough. One year old logic there!
The Wishful Style Queen 