5 Things I Learned as a Parent This Week (#33)

1.Paying £40 a day for nursery when your kid is too ill to go because of a bug they caught at nursery smarts like a kick in the knackers.

2.6 hours unbroken sleep feels like a gift from the gods.

3.At 4.35am Tellytubbies makes complete sense.

4.The closest thing to dirty talk when you've got kids is your wife suggesting you order a Domino's and eat it in bed.

5.One of the most magical sounds is hearing your partner and kids laughing their head off together in the next room.

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