Ponder this: You’ve had a long and arduous week at work.
Last night you had some playtime with the little one before shuffling her off to bed. You washed down a cheesy pizza with a bottle of red wine or a six-pack watching the footy, then the late news or some other late night TV trash before hitting the sack at midnight or 1am.
You shut your eyes, then tap, tap, shuffle, shuffle. You feel like you only just went to sleep. It’s still dark. And there she is, two inches from your face: “Daddy,” she beams. “I hungry”. “Ha. What? What time is it? 5.45am. You have to be kidding!”
No, she’s not kidding. The little one’s day has started and it’s not going to finish until at least 7.30 tonight. You need to get up and pull it together, fella. She doesn’t care how tired you are. She’s 4. Or 3 or 2 or even 1. She’s a first-class… Read the rest
