34/52
Week 34 Unfortunately things fell apart during the week. I was hoping that we were all on the mend but it quickly became apparent that we weren't, and we went downhill quickly. There's been more whinging and moaning and sleepless nights and day naps and the tissues... boxes and boxes of tissues. It's just no fun. When the sleepless nights turn into cranky days, you just lose your shit sometimes. You yell. You yell at anyone who's there. You say things I'm sure you wouldn't normally say if you were well. And decisions, oh my god, why is it so friggin hard to make a decision??? Like what should we have for dinner? Or should I put that other load of washing on or will it piss down with rain?? This week I've really felt quite isolated. On my own little sick island where nobody wants to go. Some days you just wish you had that magic fairy that would come and get your shit done for you. I've been so lethargic this week that makes it seem...
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