When I get up without muttering (or screaming) profanities even though Emily has woken up for the sixth time in one night.
When I power through the burn to lift Emily in the air one more time.
When I continue with the bedtime routine and marathon feeding session knowing that my curry is getting cold downstairs.
When I spend 45 minutes staring at the wall in silence because Emily fell asleep on me and I don’t want to wake her, but all entertainment is just out of reach.
When I manage to keep singing through a nappy change even though the smell makes me want to gag.
When I spend an hour preparing everything then 15 minutes walking in the rain, to go to a baby class that lasts half an hour.
When I burn my fingers taking the sausages off the baking tray because all my kitchen utensils are in Emily’s toy box.
When I spend all my “me time” on Pinterest looking for cool activities for Emily and I to do the next day.
When I hear my toast pop up but continue with the remain 307 verses of Row, row, row your boat.