We’re exhausted. Several bad nights on the bounce, plus a complete inability to catnap during the day at the moment, have left us physically and emotionally drained. Yet again we can see the direct link between how our daughter is and how we are, and yet again we wonder where we will find the strength and energy to carry on. However, there is a light at the end of the proverbial tunnel – our daughter is with her dad for two nights next week so we can have a very much needed and long overdue break. We really don’t know how single parents manage when the other parent is completely absent and, while we wish himself would do more, we are grateful – albeit slightly grudgingly – that he does anything at all. It is difficult for us to make him understand how hard we find being a parent at the moment, and equally it is hard for him to do much to help given his police shifts – it’s a constant round of us asking for more help and him saying he’s working. And we do understand that – the need to work that isn’t motivated by finances, the fact that 999 jobs are somehow a part of him, and the shifts that come with them. So we must dig deep and plod on – we have psych appointments tomorrow and Friday, our daughter is out with a friend after school tomorrow – we just need to get to 7pm Monday when we can switch off from parenting. But, in the meantime, some sleep would be nice.