Hangover Sunday

Last night I drank a beer and three glasses of red wine. The most I've had since last October. I'd sorted some expressed boob milk to avoid a drunk baby.

Anyway, today has been a write off due to said alcohol. So to give me time to rest, Ben took Ted upstairs to nap while I kipped on the settee downstairs.

He needed it too. Hungover dad. Tired baby.

It was lovely.
Rain pouring outside.
Duvet on the settee.
Peace in the house.