Just Being Mum
Why is it some mornings you wake up with the world on your shoulders? I looked in the mirror and suddenly felt my middle age. I fussed with my hair. There seemed to be more grey than ever. ‘What time is it?’ Bob said, sleepily from the bed, stretching and yawning. I looked at the clock on the bedside table right next to him, wondering why on earth he couldn’t see for himself. ‘Quarter to eight. What’s the matter with your eyes?’ ‘You sound a bit off… and why are you up so early?’ ‘Oh, I...