oh no! it’s winter. it may as well be summer.
[caption id="attachment_21" align="alignnone" width="382"] Waking up in the early morning is cruel[/caption] a day on repeat My day began this morning in the usual way – stumbling with my eyes closed, hands outreached in front of me like a zombie, clutching my phone and walking what felt like a mile to my son’s room, which is just across the hall. It was just after midnight – 12.03am to be precise. I had been asleep for just over two hours. My son was crying and calling out for me. He’s been sick so there’s snot and body fluids being coughed and...