I awake from my first full night of restful sleep this week. Every other night this week has been disrupted by hunger pangs and bouts of nervousness. Praise be to whatever fictional deity you want, my children have let me sleep past 7. I know Grandma is coming to pick them up in an hour, so I make a pan of honey and banana porridge, all the while realising the next time I see them I could have a horribly battered face.