Being a Dad is hard.   Some of the time it’s really tiring, and I don’t mean that sometimes I really fancy a nap, I mean that I could be laying on the cold floor in the depths of being truly shattered until I’m summoned by cries, and I honestly have to consider how to dig even deeper to find the fumes of fuel to get up.   Then there’s the many, many times that I feel so selfish for just wanting a quick second to mindlessly flick through other people’s  ...