Last night in the Working Mum house ...................
I woke up at 2am to the sound of daughter crying. I staggered across the bedroom to see to her and, in my exhausted and confused state, I walked into a wall I'd forgotten was there and split my lip.
I settled her down and stumbled back to bed only to cough and cough. And cough and cough and cough.
Husband: If I had a sword I would cut your head off.
He says the sweetest things.
Me: I assure you it is much more annoying for me actually having the cough, than for you listening to it.
Husband: You shouldn't have gone back to work. If you're not careful you'll end up in hospital on a drip.
Is it really wrong of me that I think that sounds like a lovely prospect?