I have a headache.
She woke at 2:30 this morning for a feed and didn't go back to sleep until 4 and then got up at six. She's screamed, kicked, thrown a tantrum, pulled my hair and now she is grizzling.
I've resisted calling my husband to curse down the phone at him. Instead, I am sulking.
It is nearly time for me to give her a bath. Except I don't have a straight jacket to put her in. There is no wine in the fridge. I'm tired.
Roll on day three...