And I thought, as I headed home on the train tonight, while my sanity whimpered (lonely and huddled in a corner with the prospect of trundling off for a Connex deployment tomorrow night from 10pm to 7am),"... Now I know the definition of a long week".

And then she cried, on and off, for 2 hours. Mostly off, but as the result of being in either Steph or my arms. And there's only so much pacing and rocking you can do.

I am but learning the definition of a long week.