I think you’ll all know by now my family grew during lockdown. It’s something I talk about a bit. Not a lot, because so much of it is none of anyone else’s business. Something I’ve only gently whispered about is just how fucking hard I found it.
Who else is currently on a constant swing between wanting to hold their loved one so close and so hard that their heads pop off and contemplating moving into the garage because it’s quieter and the door is too heavy for a toddler to open…?