On nights like tonights, everything seems to go wrong. You forgot to put the heating on, and now your feet are cold. The baby is awake, your jelous because your partner is asleep, and your wondering, just when will it be that you get to go to bed, knowing that there is at least six hours sleep waiting for you to slip into its embrace, only to harrow you through the night with dreams you cannot grasp the meaning of. Tommorow will probably be a day of snappish arguments, of anger and flared tempers, all because a certain small person was woken by uncaring neighbours who argue, slam doors, and hoover at ridiculous times of the evening. Half eleven, you get to bed, and an argument starts. You dont care what it is, but you just wish it hadnt happened. Because now, its 3am, and the baby is still awake.

Tommorow will be better.

You hope.