It'll get easier...

That's what they'll tell you. But it's lies. ALL LIES.

There are easier times of course. When they're sleeping. Or when they smile or laugh. But it certainly doesn't get easier in general.

Today I looked at her and thought 'you're ruining my life'. She isn't, of course, she is the most wonderful little thing and I love her dearly but for about two minutes I felt she was. I wanted to have a large drink. A large alcoholic drink. I didn't have one, instead I sang 'The Grand Old Duke Of York' sixteen times and then she shut up.

Simple things.

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