Somebody has swapped my baby for one that has long naps...in a cot. Did I take the wrong baby home from our music class?
At the weekend I actually had to wake the Monkey because his nap went on so long.
I don't know what to do with myself. I can now finally start to do all the things I've been meaning to do since having a baby. Wash the floors. Find the bottom of the laundry basket. Start my freelance career.
Instead I sit dumb-founded, scared to move in case I break the spell.
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