Definition of motherhood at 5:48am

12 Feb

I have been up all night. Mostly due to the ol’ Sunday night insomnia.

The last two hours, however, have been occupied with the Seagull’s early flight. Apparently 3:30am is a BRILLIANT time to wake up and demand cuddles and tv. So far we’ve watched a cooking show or two, Search for America’s Top Model and am now ploughing through the Dora collection previously recorded.

Every few minutes brings a chorus of “hello!”, “mummy!” and our versions of “no” – “stop!” and “sit!” (which sounds more like a swear word)

She’s happy, full of beans and, unless she discovers I’m drinking a cup of Earl Grey, quite unconcerned.

Goddamn, how I love her.

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