Came home to Sweden (where I live) from a five-day visit back home (England). The plane was delayed, so we found ourselves landing at the ungodly hour of 1 am. My seven-year-old was exhausted. Red-eyed. It was gone two in the morning when we finally got home. Nearly 3 am when we tumbled into bed.
After five hours, it was time to get up again.
My brain is still curled up in a corner and sleeping. I’ll get back to you when it has woken up (could be a while). The rest of me is barely functioning.
But happy to be home and re-united with husband and son – and the dog, of course.
By the way, if you see some little grey cells snoozing or on the run – please let me know!