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5 Things I Learned as a Parent This Week (#32)

1.When you have kids you start to view sleep in the same way you used to view sex – often thinking about it, not getting enough and happy to do it on the bus.

2.If Eskimos have a thousand words for 'snow' then new parents should have at least a million words for 'tired'.

3.Being a parent is like being a Premier League manager. Full of stress, quick decisions & everyone thinks they could do a better job than you.

4.After a week of sleep more disrupted than a Virgin train service your energy levels will resemble those of a diabetic sloth that’s cutting out caffeine for Lent.

5.It's a REALLY stupid idea to complain to your wife about a sore neck (caused by too many pillows in the hotel) after she's spent the night from hell on her own with two poorly twins.

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