This will be easier when I don’t have someone to talk to after the kids go down. Not because I say it to Mumsy, I don’t, I have all manner of thoughts in my head, I just have trouble focusing with someone else in the room and by the time I get upstairs, I’m wiped and just want to go to sleep.
But my thought for the evening: Doodle has had someone to wake up downstairs for almost a month now. While I’m looking forward to getting my house back, I’m feeling bad for the little man that he’s going to have to downgrade to only attention from me for a while. My dear sweet boy. Will I be enough for him? Even for this short time? It’s after midnight, time to sleep.