Someone please make me an offer for my son - it doesn't need to be much - but I'll take it. Poor Joseph was up at 1, then 5 then 6.30 this morning. After last night's puking episode I guess this was hardly surprising, the poor chap must have been hungry and thirsty. However, this meant that we didn't get much sleep - and I had the lion share of baby duties (at least that's my recollection).
Being a parent is often about who can flinch last. When your child is screaming the place down - to the extent that even your neighbours are banging on the wall, you're lying in bed - hoping that your beloved who is still "sleeping" beside you will get up to tend to the little shit. Both of us are experts at feigning sleep - lying motionless in the hope that the person you married has a lower frustration threshold than you to go and throw a dummy in the babies mouth - along with a feed - or whatever else is necessary (in my case, it's usually masking tape). Unfortunately for me - I am a very light sleeper - a mouse can fart 3 streets down the road and it'll wake me - and heaven forbid if someone turns on a light in the house opposite....
Hardly surprising then that my golf wasn't great - and a competition too. However, after a 1st hole disaster - which I'm not going to repeat here, for fear of it doing lasting damage to my confidence, I played pretty well - and the weather was so atrocious that it will be a non-counting medal anyway.
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