A few weeks ago, Mr. British Maple sent me an article from the Huffington Post about why parents are more exhausted than you think they should be. Obviously, having not slept for the past four years, it piqued my interest.
No one will dread this weekend more than parents of toddlers. Why? Because around 100 years ago some cockwomble of a man decided it was a good idea to change time…TWICE A YEAR!
As I write this I am on my third cup of coffee having been up for FIVE hours (and it’s only 9:45am) so, as you can imagine, this will inevitably be a sleep-deprived, caffeine-fuelled, angry-mama rant of a post (with some vaguely interesting facts spattered amongst the expletives). Continue reading
It’s been a couple of weeks since you peeps heard from me and with good reason! Aside from having my four wisdom teeth pulled (ouchie), Mr. British Maple has been suffering from Man Flu – a fate worse than any tooth extraction.
Enough of our physical woe, though. I thought it was time to provide a little update on my last post (I apologise for the choice language, by the way – lack of sleep makes me cranky, to say the least). Continue reading
Once upon a time there was a girl who met a guy.
They fell in love, bought a house, got married, moved to Canada, had a baby and never slept again…The End?! Well, we can’t actually see the end but every single, cosmo-foresaken night we hope to the ends of the Earth that tonight will be the night that they finally both sleep.