Look at Charlotte. All lovely and girlie and sweet and innocent and harmless. Yes?
NO!
This picture was taken shortly after 7.30 this morning, just before I crawled out of our house to get on with my day. In the previous 12 hours, our "angelic" little daughter had allowed Vanessa and me around three hours of sleep each (not that we went to bed at 7.30pm - the darts were on for a start - but that's when we put her down).
There were drugs being shoved into her from all directions, extra milk, you name it. (Actually, it was only drugs and milk - I'm getting carried away).
But the little b**** was not for sleeping and, if she wasn't for sleeping, then neither were we.
Until it was time for us to get up, that is. Obviously. And then you couldn't raise her from her gentle slumber.
And people often wonder why we're not - that's NOT - having a third addition to the family.
Honestly, I'd rather have a dog. At least you can kick it.
