And so the 18 hour days continue. Poor First-Born is catching the worst of it (well, her and my poor, neglected journal.)
Last night she and I were watching Dick Van Dyke's hysterically bad cockney accent in the film Mary Poppins. I'm ashamed to say that I quietly dozed off. I suspect that I may even have been snoring.
I awoke before the end of film, and discovered that First-Born had found a blanket, tucked me into it, and surrounded me with a collection of cuddly toys.
"You looked cold" was her explanation.
Bless.
