Sanity seems to be back - or at least on a flying visit. Must be the fact that most of his molars are now in place and the fact that the little guy is now sleeping properly - bless him.
Was going through some stuff and found a poem I wrote during the delirium of the first 6 months. I kind of like it. It is dedicated to Great Uncle Geoff who, I found out today, wanted to be a poet but ended up working the land before becoming a journo
Heat seethes in through unknowing cracks
the fan pitter patter putts, trailing off like a defeated schoolmaster
My son guzzles at my breast
expressed in happy snorts