Saturday, 3 July 2010


Yesterday, John narrowly avoided sucking bleach off my finger only to roll off the sofa onto the quarry-tiled floor.

Today, a glass bottle of elderflower cordial fell off the top of the fridge and smashed just inches from his head.

I'm so riddled with guilt-exhaustion that I'm finding it difficult to function as a human-being, let alone as a mother.

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