I'm so tired, I'm going to puke.
No word of a lie. It's barely 6:30am, the Lad has been up since just before 6.
He's had a bottle, been changed, and yet here I am, with him up, feeding him breakfast.
On mornings like this, I feel like there's no justice in this world.
I'm sure I'll have better things to say once I'm more coherent.