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Warm gin

Do toddlers get jetlag? From just 3 hours’ time difference? Surely not!
I'm repeating mindfulness bollocks under my gin-stained breath desperately willing myself to stay awake beyond those first 3 sips. UK time is coming up to 8.40pm, which, despite having been at this bedtime lark since the UK equivalent of 6pm, means I’m totally fucked.

The toddler who has never once succumbed to routine, across every parenting approach going, sticking to her local time bedtime?
Though she does have this life skill at her Nanny's. In the same light as she'll happy eat gourmet variety at nursery, where I’ll struggle to get toast down her.

I’m not a wank mum. I bought fucking  cheese triangles and ‘circle meat' as backup and everything. Guess she can tell they’re not from the same herd. Or something.

Did say I’d not do more than one entry a day. But I need to stay awake beyond this hellish bedtime fray; my warm gin is calling me. And there’s little else to do breastfeeding (fighting/bribing/tricking <delete as applicable>) the sweaty octopus to sleep for 3hours otherwise.

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