The twin factor

Last night W slept through, extraordinary, nearly 12 hours. BUT I have two babies. R has terrible cold and woke screaming and not able to breath 12 times...I managed 20 m bursts of sleep now and then. Today I feel utterly shattered with a cold myself and it’s hard to cope with my well rested, lively W. The twin factor has many ripples.

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