Dear Diary. I dropped 4-year-old off at the playgroup this morning. It's like a babysitter service held at the school.

I went for a walk with Girlfriend to buy some groceries and a high chair for the baby. I hope I don't have to do these trips often with Girlfriend and the baby because everyone and everything is so fucking slow. At this time of the day, it's only the old people who come to the supermarket and they always pay with coins. I've got things to do. Going out with Girlfriend now feels like when I used to go shopping with my mum when I was a kid. It would take hours and hours going around shops. And inevitably on the way back home she would come across one of her many friends or relatives and she would spend half an hour chatting away with them while I had to stand there next to her side wasting my childhood away.

We received a phone call from someone saying that they are coming to deliver something. So we feel excited, we thought it could be some kind of present for the baby. Something useful like nappies, wipes and the delivery guy comes and it's a flower which is bloody useless. In fact, it's worse than useless because now it's just another thing to look after. I've got to look after 4-year-old, 0-year-old and now this flower too. I had an orchid just like this one last year which I killed accidentally by over-watering it.

So far, things aren't as bad as I thought they would be. 0-year-old sleeps well and so do I. And that makes all the difference.