Signs of Sleep DeprivationWednesday, August 13, 2014
Leaving the hob on all afternoon.
Then putting a plastic tupperware box down. On the hob.
I have no idea how to clean melted plastic. Maybe I'll just stop using that hob.
Waking from a thick, black, unplanned sleep to find the baby lying where I'd left her on my chest, her fat cheeks cold to the touch. I've never felt panic like it. Seeing her wriggle, then realising that Fin had been awake and alert and watching over us the whole time, did nothing to stop my hands shaking.
Falling asleep at the wrong moment has never been so terrifyingly easy.
Watching a High School Musical spin-off from start to finish because I couldn't summon the energy to change the channel.
Secretly enjoying it.
Image: Natalia on Flickr