Can’t sleep. Miniest was upset before bed about how one day we’ll all be dead and she’ll be the only one left for a while. Pretty heavy stuff and she was crying and wanted to be hugged to sleep. I comforted her and told her about how when you’re young death’s hard to fathom because you haven’t started really living yet. How it’s like before you were born when there was nothing because you had no consciousness, but once you have consciousness it’s hard to stomach losing it. How it’s like for me in a way, with my parents and grandparents dead and my siblings are all half siblings who are much older. And I worry about the same thing but the opposite way around, that one day I’ll be dead and you kids will be on your own without me to care and protect and advise. Then she told me she’d like to travel and particularly go to America because there’s some really cool food she’d like to eat there, but it’s full of racists and idiots and guns so it’s probably not a place she’ll go. Then she fell asleep and I’m thinking too much now I guess.

Melbcat is curled into me with her head on my shoulder. Beautiful little baby.

I have no life - I did this US states quiz until I got 50/50