This is how sleep deprived I really am:

The other night around 4am chez Met Mum. Sudden noises. Commotion. Someone switches on the bedside lamp. I blink. The husband passes me something heavy. I blink again. A heavy bag of potatoes. What did he just say?

Me: ‘Potato chips? You want me to make potato chips? Now??!!’

Big M: ‘Huh? What?’

Me (looking down into my lap): ‘Oh.’

Me (thinking): Oh. So no potatoes after all. It’s a baby! Oh. Oh. OH! It’s MY baby!