day 3

Got woke up by my little girl at 6.30am, first decent nights sleep I've had in ages and she decides that I should be awake while its still dark. tried to explain to her that daddy needs sleep but damn, three year olds these days are wily. First of all she feels sick and has a cough, I take her to the bathroom and she trades feeling sick for playing with the taps. So I take her back to bed and give her a teaspoon of babby cough medicine, now the cough has gone but daddy, I'm thirsty, so I fill her a bottle with milk, hid normally settles her down, 3 dummies, god knows why twos not enough but hey, I love her and let's face it, for a 3 year old these days wanting 3 dummies isn't bad, some of them these days wear hoodies and go round terrorising new Born's for their calpol or whatever. So we are settled, just drifting off and kick in the ribs, dad, I'm a princess, play princess dadda? Grrr, jump out of bed make a coffee and contemplate trying to get off this heroin shit, she deserves better I know.