Too many nights of being deprived of a proper sleep and I spent much of yesterday crying. And biting my tongue – literally, great chunks out of it. Which if course made me cry even more. Reduced to a child. And just when I thought I was feeling more like myself, I lose my temper when he falls asleep at the breakfast table and upsets his coffee. A great pool of caramel brown flood the surface. It is too much. And then I am sorry. How will I be when his dotage is well and truly here. I’d like to think calm, patient and loving, but possibly not. I will try. I promise.
