Still trying to recuperate from the awesomeness of last week.
It takes a bitch, TIME.
So I had to break my day in half, throw out what I could and do some prioritising.
Number one priority is the school run THREE MOTHERFUCKING TIMES today because we have a ‘Family Fun Night’ so that entails 3 hours+ of driving (1 hourish round trip x3 see, school was totes worth it) and then 2 hours standing around listening to that mum I avoid at school drop off/pick up tell me about how she has AVO’s out on everyone she has ever met. Again.
So all my energy is going to have to be geared towards that.
I did use up some of my spoons having a shower, because ummm there are only so many days you can get away with a whore bath…
Unfortunately I had to cancel my belated birthday lunch with my bestie from High School, as there is no way in hell I was going to be able to handle lunch on top of everything else. ‘Lunch’ meaning I would push some food around my plate while watching her eat something amazing and I get to talk non stop for hours. It is pretty awesome when you think about it. Sucks, but we have rescheduled for next week so HUZZAH!
Only did half the dishes in the sink… the ones from the night before last cause they smelt the worst (keeping shit real, peeps) and put the dishwasher on. Left the TWO frypans and TWO cutting boards and pizza maker and four billion knives and the Enterprise pizza cutter from the pizza making extravaganza of MPS and Boo last night. MY GOD.
Shut the damn door of the bathroom, bedroom and ALL THE ROOMS because I just can’t deal any more, and halfarsedley folded some washing that was sitting on the couch since Someotherday. And given how I am feeling right about now they will be put away WhenIamgoodandfuckingreadyday.
By now I have had four hundred text messages and 3 phone calls and it is midday and I am running at minus sixty. Nausea making me want to cut a bitch. This is NOT how it was supposed to go. I was supposed to have a nice relaxing day, find some energy and finish episode 18 of Season 8 of Keeping Up with The fucking Kardashians from 3 weeks ago when Kim was racing to the motherfucking hospital to have her damn baby.
And maybe a coffee. Or one of those nap things where I stare at the wall for 3 hours and feel all strangely refreshed afterwards.
I have two hours to squeeze in some relaxation and get betterer. I can do this.