About Helen Garner’s grandson, aged four.
At two in the morning, Ted, sleeping in the spare room, has a bad dream and creeps into my bed. He flings himself about diagonally for the rest of the night, cramming me into a tiny corner. God damn it, I think at 5 a.m., this is worse than being married.
From the section titled “While not writing a book” in Everywhere I Look by Helen Garner.