Long nights. Long long nights of settling and resettling, one child waking the other child, more resettling. But children are no longer sleeping with mummy and daddy, they are sleeping in their own beds all night long (even if mummy isn't, sleeping that is). Playing the long game, counting on the pay off.Long rows. Long long rows, 600 odd stitches in twisted rib. Looking forward to the pay off.
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Sometimes the long game is all we have. Hope the children, and you, are sleeping better.
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