Nina looked down at her milk stained jeans as she slumped into a chair. She was sitting on something, probably an item of Conor's clothing, but she didn't have the energy to stand again and remove it. What she was wearing and the state of her hair, were no longer priorities and she didn't mind at all.
The gradual shift from uptight, image conscious, businesswoman, to laid back housewife and mother, had started before Conor's birth, but it was now complete. For the first couple of weeks, Rory had been at home with her and they had shared the load. Things had been busier for Nina since then.
Tired from getting up in the night, Nina felt like a zombie some days. There had been a worry about Joy and Martin turning up all the time, but now she longed for their visits. Joy would restore some order to her unruly house and Martin seemed to have magic arms. He would hold a fussing Conor and the baby would go straight off to sleep.
