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I might as well start preparing that night's dinner; I was too wide awake to go back to bed.
But while I stripped beds again, wiped up more vomit and carted another armful of sheets to the washing machine, he collapsed on the sofa and promptly went back to sleep.
Seething, I stalked into the kitchen and pulled some beef from the freezer.
Too many lists, too many chores, too much responsibility... After the nanny had bathed her and put her to bed, he'd cheerfully polished off the dinner I'd cooked for him the previous day and had an early night.
I could have woken him, of course, but a few days earlier, Grace had been taken ill at her new nursery school.
I was tempted to fling the phone in the washing machine with the sheets, but I can't afford to lose my job.