The role of competent mother proved impossible to discard. By eight each morning, Anna had completed the bulk of her morning tasks and wondered what on earth to do until Adam woke for his next feed. Washing was up to date; nappies were pegged on the airer positioned on the veranda, clothes hung in the laundry on a second line Joseph had fixed at a lower height so she didn"t have to stretch. She longed to reach the six-week post-operation date when driving and other currently f*******n activities would be permissible. Even the thought of shopping for more than a few items at a time seemed attractive, which she knew was a sad reflection on her current state.
Tethered to a small space for most of the day by a baby who slept and fed without variation, Anna failed to understand why the other n
