I’m writing this at 5.47am, after being woken twice in the night by a toddler (my own. Don’t worry, there wasn’t, like, a toddler break-in). I am caffeinating and will perhaps require an afternoon nap (sidenote: I think we should all have more afternoon naps. Let’s make that a thing).

I think one of the hardest things as a parent is to balance your own needs with those of your kid. Sometimes it’s even hard to admit you have needs when theirs seem so big by comparison. I remember once thinking that my arm felt like it was going to snap because of the weird position I was breastfeeding in, and just sort of tuning it out because I thought, ‘Well, I have to feed her. This is how she eats! She can’t just go get a a packet of chips later if she’s still hungry.” So I put up with it. And of course I’d do it again. But it’s probably one of the strangest and biggest shifts of being a parent – for so long your needs are solely your own, and then overnight you have to spend 24 hours a day thinking about someone else’s. And that someone else is too small to look after themselves (and let’s face it, they also lack basic hygiene at this point), so their needs are so much more important by comparison. It can be very hard to look after a little one when it means that you do have to sacrifice some of your own wellbeing – sleep, intact limbs, your nightly wine, whatever – and I think it’s OK to say that without following it up with, “But I love my child” or some such platitude. We know you do. Just as you complain about your boyfriend and we know you’re still ride-or-die with him, we know you still love your bebe when she chucks on your new white jeans and you have the nerve (!) to bitch about it. So go ahead. You’re among friends.

The reading list

This week I wrote about what we can learn from China’s biggest dating showthe (insanely) lucrative world of food Instagrammers and the ten cult desserts Sydney is beyond obsessed with (my personal favourite is the brioche burger at Cremeria de Luca).

The best Valentine’s present ever: Broad City is (almost) back Here’s an interview with two of the show’s writers (who also happen to be partners IRL). (Also: churrons? I would totally wait in line for them).

Vanity Fair cops a lot of flak for its annual Hollywood Issue (where the mag assembles nine or so up-and-coming stars and photographs them for the cover), but can I put my hand up and say: I love it. It’s always shot and styled beautifully, and there’s something old-school about a magazine having the guts to run cover stars who might not be known to absolutely every reader. Magazines used to be tastemakers, not just vehicles for whoever has the biggest Instagram following. So props to Vanity Fair for doing what a magazine is meant to do: looking at what is happening in the world and then editing and distilling all that information for its reader. Here are ten of the best VF Hollywood Issue covers (The Guardian calls them the most awkward but I’m not buying it).

Decluttering for sceptics. YASSS.

What it feels like to freeze on national television. Honest and brave.

The problems with food media nobody wants to talk about (not every chocolate cake recipe is going to be “the best”, guys). Part of the reason I left my last job was the ridiculous pressure to turn a prestige brand into a hub for sugar-free recipe galleries – in other words, to jump on the most clickbait-y trend of the day. No, thanks.

British Vogue turns 100. Happy birthday! Don’t fall out of a taxi on your way home. You’re too old for that shit!

Enjoy your day. Forget about FebFast. It’s Wine Time, yeah?