The Husband is daring to Yawn. What has he to yawn about I ask you? I've told him I've been awake all night. I don't think he cares.
It's times like this when i'm secretly glad that he has the sofa whilst I and The Baby have a kingsize bed.
That's the thing with parenthood, it gives you a terminal case of competitive tiredness syndrome with your Other Half. You spend half your time dramatically insisting that you actually are more tired then them whilst glowering at them and refraining from shouting "Oh Fuck off then"
Parenthood brings back your teenage petulance.