
If you saw me yesterday at the park, I had only slept two hours in 24.
I hadn’t washed my hair for four days, the ankle sock on my right foot had come off in my shoe and I was feeling engorged.
My newborn baby was crying, but I had to get my toddler’s shoes off first, so she could run into the playground’s sand pit.
Her impatient whining of, ‘Come on Mummmy!’ was grating on me as I crouched down to untie her laces, my lower back pinging in pain.
My phone was ringing, but I had to let it go to voicemail again, because by now my newborn was hysterical.
I desperately needed to feed her.
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If you saw me yesterday, you would have seen a mother with what appeared to be a very short fuse.
If you saw me at the park today, you would have marveled at my shiny, silky, straight locks reflecting the sun’s rays. I had woken up well rested after my newborn and toddler had both slept through the night for the first time.