Today I needed rescuing.
Day two of my first working week post baby. And already I needed rescuing.
It has it’s advantages. Being a woman in a man’s world. But not so when your recently deflated baby-boobs are bobbing beneath your belly-button and your small-talk consists solely of baby babble followed by: “Did I show you the latest picture of my little one?” [Cue slide-show on the i-phone]. Yes. You did. A thousand times already. Continue reading “Baby Brain Breakdown”